Dear yesimsalty: WRONG. My parents just wanted me to be names after someone they cared about instead of a soap opera character or some made-up nonsense that no one can pronounce or spell because it's spelled like a Rob Liefeld character. In sum -- they loved me enough to not embarrass me but giving me a stupid name or make my life difficult my having to spell and/or pronounce my first name EVERY time. My last name is bad enough on that score. Just ask the kid I know whose name was Tweetybird. Bet you won't find that one on a Coke bottle either, dumbass. (And yes, his brother's name WAS Sylvester. Poor kids. Imagine having to go through childhood and adolescence that way.)
Originally, my parents were going to name me Guido. Seriously. Thank god my grandmother intervened. My last name is bad enough too. You wouldn't believe what I get from people trying to pronounce it.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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Dear yesimsalty: WRONG. My parents just wanted me to be names after someone they cared about instead of a soap opera character or some made-up nonsense that no one can pronounce or spell because it's spelled like a Rob Liefeld character. In sum -- they loved me enough to not embarrass me but giving me a stupid name or make my life difficult my having to spell and/or pronounce my first name EVERY time. My last name is bad enough on that score. Just ask the kid I know whose name was Tweetybird. Bet you won't find that one on a Coke bottle either, dumbass. (And yes, his brother's name WAS Sylvester. Poor kids. Imagine having to go through childhood and adolescence that way.)
Calvin is a great name though but I can never find anything with my name on.
Originally, my parents were going to name me Guido. Seriously. Thank god my grandmother intervened. My last name is bad enough too. You wouldn't believe what I get from people trying to pronounce it.
If you were a Guido you would be in those curly cowboy boots. I just know it.
That's Mexican. I'm Italian. We wear fancy pin striped suits and fedoras.
Why do I see you in those boots then? Don Guido? Yeh, that works for me.
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