So after a night during which I had been awoken at 4am to be violently sick into the toilet four times, I then re-awoke at 10am with the fully-formed idea in my head that I would become a deviant.

I had been sick with a cold/flu for the past week, and you know how it goes... mind burning with fever, strange thoughts enter it and those that would normally be pushed aside as frivolities are then grasped by the jugular and held in front of your unfocused eyes... and they seem to be good ideas. Who knows.

So here I am, posting my life's work on this website for you to see, read and comment upon.

I've been writing poetry since I was 12 years old, but to be honest, most of it was crap, and I won't let it defile this website. There are some good ones, though, and those will be posted eventually.

It's one of my most profound desires to have a book of my poems published, and I have tried a few times, and I have had individual poems published in anthologies. Hopefully, as long as the ever-looming Zombie Apocalypse remains at bay, I will one day have the pleasure of sharing my internal angstings with those around the world who feel the same and would find solace and comfort in knowing that they are not alone, that things will turn out for good, even if it's not the way you had planned, and that life carries on. Much like that sentence, sorry.

I have a blog on livejournal, and most of my life-updating will go there, for the benefit of my friends and family back in Canada and around the world. The link is just a bit lower on the page.

In closing, always remember that if your house is going to be properly Zombie-proofed it needs steel reinforced plates and covers for the windows, outside, computer controlled, wall mounted automatic weaponry and flamethrowers, a generator, a large concrete basement for storage and scientific research, and a vast store of everything musical. A large selection of DVDs wouldn't go amiss, either.