Sedimentary, my dear Watson.

Well. Where to begin. I spent way too much time trying to think of what my foundation stone should be for this mighty fine, pointless endeavour I embark on tonight. Suddenly it was all clear, though. To overthink is to sully what this place is for! So I did a shot, closed my eyes, scratched wildly with a pencil, and smudged the resulting mess with the accuracy of a 2 year old that didn't listen to Mozart in the womb. That said, meet the foundation stone. His name is Freddy Mentary.

He likes crushing timelines, (criminally)long sit downs on riverbeds, and Stone Phillips.

Now. You're probably saying to yourself "but Guy Person, aren't you making this rockin' bod the face of this pointless realm?" and you would be right to question. That, however, is not the case. See, the thing is I am not making Mr. Mentary do anything. I mean yeah, I brought him into existence so in that sense I did make him, but not expressly to function. Oh no. I wouldn't dream of it. And while this realm is pointless, that shouldn't suggest any of you people are. With these two things in mind, I submit to you that Freddy here will do nothing for me. However, should you care to grace the lands with your comments, I may, at some point bless/plague Freddy with what you think he should do from time to time. Mostly though, I'll be taking a frontal assault on your "why the fuck does this need to exist?" detectors, in the form of poorly written rants and vagaries.

Maybe. No promises.

I thank you for your time, and may whatever deity or ideal you regard highly, do whatever.