What's this? Empty space for rambling incessantly regarding anything which spews from arbitrary spitfires of previously--seemingly--dormant brain cells? Oh, this is one of those things where I'm supposed to write about myself, isn't it? Well, then. I'm not all too fond of such a notion, but here's something which ultimately says nothing: I write things. They convey messages. Sometimes a person will read them. In hopes that person will comprehend the messages. That is the way of things.