Credo quia absurdum
Twenty something, queer, athiest goober with a soft spot in my little heart for LOLcats, roller derby, spending too much time online, drinking beer and rocking my street cred with obscure references to Dungeons and Dragons. Half-elves represent!
My interests include writing snarky emails, verbosity in all of its adjective laden glory, big fat slices of humble pie and making as ass of myself at every turn.
FAQ’s
“What’s with the ‘Dirt Warrior’ thing?”
Funny you should ask. While in Mongolia, I met a really neat guy who shared my affinity for running about while covered in dirt (and dirty we were! Digging test probes all over the place while sifting makes for some awesome nastiness). We reveled in our grittiness so much that we earned the title of “Dirt Warriors”. This name stuck with me, especially when I can’t be bothered to do something as mundane and useless as brush my hair.
“Are you serious?”
About what? Being too lazy to brush my hair? 90% of the time, yes. About what I say in this blog? 90% of the time, no. I’ve a very dry sense of humour.
“Why are your old blogs from Japan just now showing up?”
I’m in the process of cleaning (read: making sound less “stupider”) up old Japan posts and making them public. Up until now, everything was private, wreaking havoc on my poor grandma who isn’t the best with computers.
“Why don’t you use your real name?”
Contrary to popular belief (and my own behaviour), I do sometimes think about my reputation and what having photos of my being as asshat at the company Christmas party can do for job prospects. That being said, I still have those photos up. Maybe they won’t know it’s me…
“Are you retarded?”
Ha ha ha!
Yes.


I have a blog here now.
Dammit man! Spill the beans!
I like this blog!
Something tells me I shouldn’t.
I stopped listening to that voice a long time ago and I turned out just fine!