Thats what trying to handle technological breakdowns of any sort is around here .

Especially since my brothers are either too apathetic or lazy to do anything .

Also they're clueless.

And my parents are just clueless.

And so the burden falls upon my shoulders again and again.

Not that I know much more about technology than any of you suckers out there.

So I flounder through floods of DNS and random unintelligible techno garble.

And sometimes get it right.

.....

And get no credit in the end.

Hey, I want to use the internet, so I should fix it while everyone else screams at me.

Shit.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.