About Me

So, this is where I'm supposed to tell you about myself.

Joy.

Q: How tall are you?

A: I'm short.

Q: How old are you?
A: I'm old.

You see how this is going, right?

Q: I WANT YOU! I SHALL MAKE YOU MINE!

A: I'm in the process of a divorce as I write this.

Please send your credentials including, but not limited to: a photo, nude photos, any username/passwords you have to pay-for-porn sites and maybe a short list of stuff you'd do to me.

Then we'll talk.

Q: Do you have kids?

A: I have two kids, a boy and a girl.

The girl is older.

This automatically makes the boy younger based on the law of physics and/or common sense and mabye some sort of 'Good Will Hunting' math shit.

Both are giant pains in the ass.

Q: What's up with the hand for your picture?

A: Not a fucking clue

And, yes, that's my hand in the banner.

Q: How many letter "O's" are there in Moooooog35?
A: There are SIX letter "O's" in the name Moooooog35. No more, no less. Six. Unless I'm tired and I just do four. But six, definitely. Or four. But usually six.

Q: WTF is a Moooooog35, anyway?
A: Moooooog35 is derived from one of the greatest Boston Bruins goalies of my lifetime, Andy Moog, who wore jersey #35.

I own an Andy Moog Bruins jersey, autographed by about 20 former Bruins, and it's about 20 years old. I love that shirt.

Regardless...

When Andy Moog made a save, the crowd would chant: "Moooooog".

Side note: Believe it or not, when I was getting that email address years ago, Moog35 was already taken...up to four letter 'O's.'

Now you know.

Q: So, what's 'midgetmanofsteel' then?
A: Shit...Midgetmanofsteel, on the other hand, just really fits me to a T.

Q: You think you're great, don't you?
A: Yes, I think I'm awesome.

You should, too.