So my first thought is: Do I really want to live my life publicly? eh, whatever.

My second thought is: Who cares what I think? I know, I know, Ayn Rand would beat me to death with an American made machine turned aluminum bat (wood is for stoking the fires of industry). So the answer to this one is: It doesn't matter if you care what I think. I am the Emperor of All Time and Space. Suck it up pipsqueak.

But really I'm just testing my new blogger set up.