The "Gone Wrong" Bit
Firstly, why I'm a social experiment gone wrong.  I was a rather quiet, shy child.  I could count on one hand the number of friends I had, even using the term extremely loosely.  So during those
wonderful years of pre-adolesence I decided to do something about this sad state of affairs.  I tried to become more outgoing, less philosophical, less a wallflower.  The outcome of this endeavor was that I became truly strange.  Needless to say such strangeness did not help my social standing any, and thus I call myself a social experiment gone wrong.  Luckily I've toned my strangeness down quite a bit but there are still some things that are quite peculiar with me.  Below are some of examples of that peculiarity.  Beware, I'm not at all sure what's going to be down there, and it may frighten you off with it's lack of sanity.  If so before you run and hide in a burrow I suggest taking a look at the other side of me, as it is demonstrated in Other Thoughts.
A few things I'm fond of saying during those odd silences:  Beware of the purple evergreen trees.  OOOGAAAA!!!! Hola, Como es tas? I wish the little green bunnies would quit bouncing around in my head.  SMILE GODDAMMIT !!!
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If I was going to be a serial killer I think my weapon of choice would be fingernail clippers.  I'd kill my victim with the part that you use to clean underneath your fingernails by poking a hole in their jugular.  I would then proceed to skin them by clipping of sections of their skin with the clipper bit of the clippers.  I'd save all the clippings and put them in a one of those halloween garbage bags that are supposed to look like a Jack-o-Lantern.  Then I'd set both body and garbage bag in a place where they'll be noticed within 24 hours.