First off… there’s nothing “little” about me… I thought I covered that, already… um… maybe not. And don’t tell me where to sit, either. In case you haven’t already figured it out, I have a problem with “authority figures.”

And… I don’t know WHY people keep mentioning the Diagnostics and Statistics Manual (DSM-IV) when I’m around… I mean, jeez… they don’t even whisper it! They just blurt it out!

I just don’t get it.

But, I don’t have time to worry about it, anyway. You guys are still trying to figure out who the hell you are and my dance card is full, already.

I’m Jesus in the morning, Cleopatra at night, and in the middle… aliens are trying to convince me to give up on you “humans” as “a lost cause,” and become their leader.

Now, when I discuss this with my Rabbi (who isn’t named “Clark, or Scott, or even Roger”), he says it’s because I’ve already weathered my trials, having survived being simultaneously stalked, poisoned by my neighbors, neglected, inspected, and infected… all the while being conspired against, by some (who shall remain nameless but have the initials “C, S, and R”) who secretly “hate me from afar.”

So don’t hate me because I’m “dutiful.” You’re just jealous… :)

And “jealousy” is a “treacherous mistress.” I prefer Monica.

I’m done now. I have to take some time to fold up another origami tin-foil cap. Oh, and somebody needs to call 911 and get rid of this unconscious guy… who is bleeding all over my office.

Are you still here? (Where’s that damn keyboard?…)

Go back to what you were doing! ;)

Go on… git!

(Mr. er..Ronin, if you will restate your question…)

Very nice. Now please sit down. No, over there. Thank you.

The answer is clark.

Does anyone want to explain why this is true?

(Hint: in the Page “So, which am I?” there are two video clips that will be of use.)

Proceed.

It’s all about “diversity…” and “walls.” Stout, strong, defensible walls. :)

So don’t just “saber rattle…” Come on down! Get your hands dirty! I got somethin’ for your um… er… never mind.

Lecture away! I could use the sleep! :)

(I might lecture…)
(You wouldn’t like me if you make me lecture…)

Are you laughin at me? ‘Cuz if you’re laughin at me…

It’s not “paranoia.” Everybody really IS out to get me…

This water’s getting deeper… and this ain’t the “Reed Sea.” Where’d I put that snorkel?

:)

I’m beginning to suspect that this blog is the product of an extremely fragmented and disturbed individual, who has neglected taking his medication for far too long. Thus, in order to integrate (and possibly even ingratiate) himself into society, he’s actually broken off and named each of his three personalities.

I know this is possible, because I read a book about it once. And, they spun the book off into a movie… I forget the name of it. I tried to watch it, but I got really paranoid, and I spent so much time arguing with myself (aloud), that the usher asked me to leave the theater.

Where was I? Oh yeah… this is so informal, that I’ll just start over again…

I suspect that should the individual writing this blog seek medical attention, the “CSR” mystery shall be solved.

And, some poor shrink will get one hell of a paper out of it…

“And that’s… the rest of the story.”