Welcome to 1988

It finally had to happen. I learned to text message 2 weeks ago which launched me kicking and screaming into 1990 something so now I'll take a step back to 1988 and set up my own blog. I promise to keep it [begin BS] asexual, apolitical and acceptable for all populations [end BS]. So check back as the "Last Name in the Phone Book" rants on everything from motorists to politics to that little prick at Bed, Bath, Beyond whose language you couldn't decipher if God directly handed you the Rosetta Stone of shitty grammer.

Peas and code hard.