Plot Spoilers, and Lions

Any one who knows me knows that I hate lions.  Mostly because people dare call them the king of the jungle.  But that doesn't make sense since they mostly sit around in their "herems in the fields."  I can't stand being married to one woman.  I can't imagine how Lions going mormen and having a ton of dependents.  It's crazy. 

But there is something I hate more than lions.  I hate when people spoil the plot to a book that I just began.  Bastards!  I recently downloaded the first book in "The Wheel of Time" series.  I am about 16 hours into the book.  I planned to download a book each month with my Audible credit until I had the whole series.  Unfortunately, a friend of mine, let's call him The Lion, goes off blabbing about plot as soon as I informed him of my plans.  I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't stop it.  It was as if my mere telling him of my plan set off memories of the book for him that he had to get off his chest. 

I don't know whether to keep listening to the book or to try to get The Lion to pay for the book so I can get a new book.  On other news, I recently finished two important pieces of fiction:

Rule 34

and

A Dance With Dragons

Hello out there.

Yet another blogger?  Yes.  

Does the world need another blogger?  No.

Why are you here? Because I want to be here.

This blog is about my life, my views, and my adventures (and that's meant to be redundant).  I will not apologize or write an apology for it.  I'm here, and if your reading this you are here.  Neither one of has to stay.  Neither one of us has to leave.  We have autonomy in this matter.  Let's move on shall we?

I wanted to thank you for coming into my cage.  It's not the safest place in the world.  You will read things here that you may live to regret.  What did you expect to do when you clicked the link?  Who knows?  Who cares?  

I'm the tiger.  Are you my pray?  Are you a fellow hunter?  Are we hunting the same barasingha or maybe the same wild bore?  Maybe, we are can hunt together.  What will be, will be.  Let's not worry to much.  Don't be surprised if my teeth end up around your throat. 

Life can be reduced to the following quote from my favorite movie [Glengarry Glen Ross]:

"All train compartments smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die you're going to regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm going to tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it, live with it. You fuck little girls, so be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me." 
[pause] 
"You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?"

Hello, again.  Let's have some fun.