The unfortunate thing about writing is that it has a similar nature to crack, which makes it a difficult habit to shed at the best of times. It is for this reason alone that I would urge any not yet affected to never take it up, not even for idle amusement. Because it might sound fun at first; bang out a couple words on the old wordmaker, *post them somewhere*, have a good laugh about the whole thing - but before you know it you're penning lengthy philosophical treatises the sort of which other men have caught bullets for, and also using words like "penning" in casual conversation. And the end-result is also so often an ugly one; directory upon directory; text files and text files and text files; going on and on; years of textualised madness growing like barnacles upon the surface of an otherwise perfectly good and serviceable hard drive. Too bad I've gone and contaminated so many of them over the years. All for what, in the end? So that people who already agree in most meaningful ways can use one's wads of words as a sort of mental mortar with which to awkwardly glue together the branded concepts they call thoughts? Because if they don't already agree then it's not as if writing a fucking book about it is going to accomplish much except giving one's self the ol' carpal tunnel injuries. This is a commercial. This is a commercial for being an asshole.