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Reading and writing have been my twin passions for a long time. Actually the reading came first - started when I was about 5 - and continues to this day. The writing part took some time. I've started up and discarded plenty of blogs and this is the one that stuck with me. I started writing in 2009 and haven't looked back since. 

What will you find on this blog?
I'm opinionated, so this blog has plenty of opinions. I love reading and telling stories so you'll find those too. Religion (and religious people) make me go WTF?! I love technology (who doesn't eh?) in general and software/games in particular. I write about anything that fascinates me, that I find funny or quirky or amusing. I'm one of those people who love poking things with a stick just to see what happens, so those who are easily offended be warned! Random ramblings, insane mumblings,  quirky musings and incoherent stories await you. 


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