Filler

I don't feel very expressive, but I suppose that potential visitors to this website should be greeted by something other than a man and a woman with genitals on their heads, so I'll write a wee little post.

I might answer that age old question, "what's in a name?"

Answer: Letters

I'm about to graduate with my Master's degree. I wouldn't exactly call it an accomplishment, as anybody could do it, but it was an interesting experience. Theoretically, I can make more money and/or get cooler jobs than I could when I started. I think that's true, although I probably could have just worked for 2 and a half years and be in roughly the same position now. Eh...whatever. No use crying over spilled money and time. I did learn a handful of things.

Now, there are two forks in the road: PhD or Work on one hand (I suppose homelessness is also an option), and Here or Somewhere Else on the other.

If I were a betting man, I would risk my possessions on the outcome of games of chance and skill, for the benefit of a return on my risk in the event that those outcomes correspond to my predictions.

I would also bet that I will choose to do a PhD, and I will do it here. But that's just playing the odds.

Changing topics...Oscar the Grouch; what's that dude's problem? What a miserable fuck! Lighten up, pal! Hey, maybe you should quit complaining and move out of your GARBAGE CAN! They do make houses...ever heard of 'em?

Some people. Some muppets. They won't be happy till the whole world's as miserable as they are.