A cat as black As blackest coal Is out upon His midnight stroll, His steps are soft, His walk is slow, His eyes are gold, They flash and glow. And so I run And so I duck, I do not need His black-cat luck.
I'll love to think of myself as that under-rated genius: like that World's Smartest Garbage man in Dilbert. O RLY? YA RLY. SRSLY!
Well there's no focus in this blog, since my interests varies between cutesy animals, silly videos and depressive and noisy music.
Professionally, I dabble in IT.