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If you are like most people (and if you are reading this then you certainly are), then your life is lacking in your ability to read the thoughts that I speak. Well fear not. You have stumbled upon the mecca of Tom's thoughts in written form.

In this blog, you will be able to view the results of the dance my fingers do on my keyboard. You will be able to see, first hand, the culmination of 25 years of backward parenting, under-education, and poor lifestyle choices that have helped sculpt the slightly-less-than-socially-acceptable way in which my brain functions. Reading this is like getting an internet wink from my mind's eye; a virtual hug from my thought bubble; a deep, passionate web kiss (with tongue) from my sweet, sweet mind-matter. And while some may see this as a disgustingly shallow attempt to get people to think about me when I'm not around, to them I have this to say: You are correct. But, then again, you're reading this, so your time must not be very valuable. Don't worry. Mine is. And, yes, you may have some.