I have to admit, I did once own a houpelande. But the sleeves were annoying.
Consider this fair warning:
I am a Fool in pretty much every sense of the word.
I do not dress in the traditional fool’s motley. I am currently wearing a Three Wolf T-shirt which is more awesome than foolish, you’ll have to admit. I do not own a hat with bells. And I don’t caper…ever. Though I have been known to skip when in the company of my six-year-old daughter, but only when the moment requires.
Fool Cred.
No, my Fool cred is something I have earned with a lifetime of bad puns (thanks, Dad!), half-finished projects, stillborn game designs, and a dilettante’s affection for the new and shiny. I am a Jack-of-all-trades… well, a Jack-of-many-trades at least, and I am most certainly a Master-of-none. I have been many things in my life: an actor, a musician, an artist, a teacher, an author, a poet, a programmer, a rodeo clown…okay, maybe not a rodeo clown, but wouldn’t that be a cool thing to be able to put in a list? My point is that I have a wealth of experience in many different fields. I try things, see how they fit, and then forget about them a day later. Some might call that flaky. Some might be right. I make no claims of being anything awesome. In fact, if you’ll recall, I am the one who said I was a fool. Check the title of this post and/or the first sentence if you doubt me.
So why am I admitting to this foolishness?
Because, dear reader (and I know there’s at least one of you out there), I want to be completely honest about what you can expect from this blog. I am no expert. I am no novice. I know just enough to be dangerous, and yet I know too little to have a dogmatic opinion. I find things like online games or websites, and I talk about them. When I say “this sucks” it simply means that I don’t like it. If I say “this is awesome,” well, I would check it out anyway, just in case. Don’t want to be the last person to know about it, do you? I’m not going to pretend to be the Final Judge for anything. My mind is open. I walk toward the precipice with my eyes on the clouds, a flower in my hand, and an awesome three wolf T-shirt on my chest.
I will be describing the scenery on the way down.
The Fool’s Manifesto
I have to admit, I did once own a houpelande. But the sleeves were annoying.
Consider this fair warning:
I am a Fool in pretty much every sense of the word.
I do not dress in the traditional fool’s motley. I am currently wearing a Three Wolf T-shirt which is more awesome than foolish, you’ll have to admit. I do not own a hat with bells. And I don’t caper…ever. Though I have been known to skip when in the company of my six-year-old daughter, but only when the moment requires.
Fool Cred.
No, my Fool cred is something I have earned with a lifetime of bad puns (thanks, Dad!), half-finished projects, stillborn game designs, and a dilettante’s affection for the new and shiny. I am a Jack-of-all-trades… well, a Jack-of-many-trades at least, and I am most certainly a Master-of-none. I have been many things in my life: an actor, a musician, an artist, a teacher, an author, a poet, a programmer, a rodeo clown…okay, maybe not a rodeo clown, but wouldn’t that be a cool thing to be able to put in a list? My point is that I have a wealth of experience in many different fields. I try things, see how they fit, and then forget about them a day later. Some might call that flaky. Some might be right. I make no claims of being anything awesome. In fact, if you’ll recall, I am the one who said I was a fool. Check the title of this post and/or the first sentence if you doubt me.
So why am I admitting to this foolishness?
Because, dear reader (and I know there’s at least one of you out there), I want to be completely honest about what you can expect from this blog. I am no expert. I am no novice. I know just enough to be dangerous, and yet I know too little to have a dogmatic opinion. I find things like online games or websites, and I talk about them. When I say “this sucks” it simply means that I don’t like it. If I say “this is awesome,” well, I would check it out anyway, just in case. Don’t want to be the last person to know about it, do you? I’m not going to pretend to be the Final Judge for anything. My mind is open. I walk toward the precipice with my eyes on the clouds, a flower in my hand, and an awesome three wolf T-shirt on my chest.
I will be describing the scenery on the way down.
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