After years of hearing the story of the friend of a friend who bought a rhinoceros head and then sold the horns on the black market, I finally saw it! Surely a story like that had to be false, but there, in a Beamsville basement, sat the sad proof.
Named after my uncanny junior high appearance and subsequent nickname, this blog is dedicated to the superfluous. An outlet for random thoughts, rants, photos and other items I think I will cherish in my old age. The internet is forever, right?