My name is you.

Too many ideas, not enough inclination.

Being afraid of criticism is shooting yourself in the foot. Self-improvement is self-evident: survival trumps ego for me. Every single time. 

That show Ancient Aliens? Holy shit, it scares me. The possibility is frightening: if aliens are coming here, we won't win. We can't win. They've all ready beat us by travelling to our end of the galaxy and showing up on Earth. 

Avatar: I enjoyed a movie where anti-military, anti-human predilections win. There should be a sequel, merely because there's no way humans would not come back and try to destroy those who shamed them. My mother's interpretation: "It was White Man versus the Indians, and the Indians won." 

Kearby: Tuesday, June 1st, I'll be in town and hanging out with people. If you can make some sort of plan, give me a call or comment on here. Would love to talk to you.