Congratulations! You can read.

Well, now that that's been covered, we can move along. I have a few rules.

1.) If I cannot understand it, and it's not cool technobabble or alienspeak or nerdtalk (Chatspeakers and twelve year olds, I'm looking at you) go away. Just go. You don't want me to pull a Pavi and use your face for my next Halloween costume. (I like to frighten the grammatically aware. It's a bittersweet sort of experience.)
2.) Disagree with me all you want, in fact, I sometimes encourage it. Don't expect your views to change mine.
3.) If I think you're an idiot, I'll call you an idiot. (Excluding the times I use it endearingly)
4.) No stalking. Only I do the stalking. It's just plain creepy when you do it.
5.) Brittany needs to make a blog.
 
I think that covers everything for now.

Things you ought to know:
+ This is all in brail. If you use your tongue on your screen, you can taste the delicious sarcasm dripping from my sentences. I highly recommend that.
+ Starkid? Yes.
+ Whovian? Yes.
+ Disney?  Yes.
+ 90's Kid? Yes.
+ Spyromaniac? Yes.
+ Republican? No.
+ Democrat? No.
+ Nerd? Yes.
+ Address? Cardboard box outside your nearest Starbucks. I leech off of the wifi. Go on, walk up to me. I carry a dagger made from the tooth of a Sand Worm at all times.
+ Ranter? Absolutely.

~Rosencrantz