I don't know why I'd never thought of creating a blog before. Now I can rant away to my heart's content instead of going through the painstaking task of creating a webpage or clogging my friends' inboxes with cold and detached bulk mails. Even though they're all the craze right now and all the cool kids are doing it -please note that I am writing this as I skydive shirtless while sipping on my MTV-sponsored light beer- it has come to my attention that there are some unwelcome elements (probably communists) who refuse to acknowledge the greatness of personal weblogs and scoff at them much like a diehard Lord of the Rings fan would to the uneven portrayal of some obscure element from the books that didn't quite make it to the film version. We call these people "crazy", and check them into mental institutions to give them electroshock therapy for fun. Sometimes we also kick them really hard in the groin and laugh maniacally while licking our blood-stained knives in an act of scornful derision, secretly fearing that perhaps both victim and victimiser are somehow more alike than the latter would care to admit.

The beauty of the internet resides in allowing a varied range of stoners and bellends alike to post highly inane, utterly silly and frankly rather sick articles about nothing in particular just for the sake of it. Whether these articles will be read fully or not is of little importance if only we acknowledge the all-embracing, awesome power of The Internerd (tm) seeping through our lives, taking possession of that puerile illusion we like to call our "free-time". In fact, by now many of you will have probably spent ungodly amounts of valuable idling minutes at home -or better still, allegedly productive minutes at the office- reading useless articles and time-wasting rants like the one you are presently engaged in. On that note, welcome!


*(If you didn't feel welcome for any particular reason, just hit back on your browser and click again on the link that led you here. Lather, rinse, repeat. I promise that at some stage you, too, will feel the magic).

This blog prides itself in being really 'wacky', 'down with it' and 'dope', more often than not resorting to lame jokes and bad writing, which in turn result in upset readers, happy gay multicoloured-titles and angst-ridden freeform poetry. Of course, I am always striving to do my best in order to avoid unfortunate situations, as long as 'my best' means 'absolutely nothing' (past failed efforts include piranhas, Buddha's resurrection and the War on Iraq). Also, I would like to apologise in advance for any mental anguish caused by the inaptitude of my writing, as living under bridges and feasting on dead rats for so long has rendered me a tad sociopathic.

Enjoy.