Lock up your hindbrain, it's Andy's Bucket-o-Memes

I rather intended this area to be full of expostulation and ranting, finely-worded barbs of rhetorical logic that deconstruct some of the things that really get my goat.

But. But it seems that what has settled here, the dust and shell-casings of a mental firefight, are stories and fragments of stories. It seems that dreams and fairytales are the patterns in that dust. Hot nickel-brass carving a mathematical arc in sintered concrete, apparently heedless of the real drama yet defined by the same rules.