The reports of my death have been extremely exaggerated. I am back, and though I am may not pack as big a punch as the Dark Knight returning, I do now come fully equipped with a B.A. in history and a minor in literature. I know some stuff and beware, I may actually write about it. Good fortune to you in this new year and prepare for amazingly new ways from yours truly to bore and excite you simulataneously while attempting to impart obscure history lessons on the Scottish Renaissance (available on request at any time by the way). If you are lucky I might even avoid talking about something veary close to my heart (two words, which thereby constitute a hint: Mr. Pointy*)! Oh, and one more thing, though the world may every day seem like it is hurtling closer to the end times, remember this: happiness is not a fish you can catch, but it is something you can eat with the whole family, and it tastes good with chips, the British kind of course. Enjoy!
*Disclaimer: In order to avoid any confusion I want to make it perfectly clear that I was in no way referring to a portion of the male anatomy. Indeed, the truth is very far from that Freudian first impression, "Mr. Pointy" was actually the name Buffy the Vampire Slayer gave to her favorite stake, which was used for a single purpose, killing vampires, duh.
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Mr. Pointy? Do I even want to know? o_O No. . . No, I don't.
*waves*
He wasn't lying. I did get the link. :P
I'm glad to see that the truth was told. And for your relief you should know that Mr. Pointy is a completely innocent pop culture reference to one of my favorite forms of idiot box entertainment. If you do a little digging around and ask some people the right questions you should be able to figure it out relatively easily. But, aside from that, welcome to my blog, I look forward to more input from you in the future.
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