I feel it necessary to point out that the title, “Bad at Charades,” does not in fact refer to me, since I like to think I am pretty dece at charades. It refers rather to a particular time when a friend had the clue “bad at charades” in a game of charades and had to act it out. Suffice it to say that it was rather difficult to guess, and also fucking hysterical to watch.
It also alludes to the fact that this blog, more than anything else, is probably the most accurate reflection of what I think that exists anywhere, period. I am a master of façade; most of the things I say in normal public situations are very carefully calculated and may have little or no relevance to how I actually feel about something.
This blog, in contrast, is intended to explain exactly what I think about things with no charades. This is what I think, period, and if you don’t like it you can crawl back to whatever corner of the Internet you came from.
Unless, of course, I am lying, which is fairly likely. Oh well.
