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Well, let’s see were this is going.

Unaware of what year it was, Joe wandered the streets desperate for help. But the English language had deteriorated into a hybrid of hillbilly, valleygirl, inner-city slang and various grunts. Joe was able to understand them, but when he spoke in an ordinary voice he sounded pompous and faggy to them.

Hi Internet. I just had a nice pizza with spinach and cheese and too much garlic on it, and watched Idiocracy again (you should totally too). My friend Dom decided to release his new minimalistic theme for WordPress, which finally got me to restart my blog. A blog. For various reasons I haven’t had the chance, or energy, to write down my thoughts or generally about stuff I find interesting online for a couple years now. Always distracted by neat little video games, never resisting the urge to blow a clever would-be proto-blog-entry in 140 characters of wit down the Twitterhole.

This is also the first time I am attempting something like this in English (helloooo, overconfidence), which is all the rage now over here in our little internet hipster corner of Sauerkraut-and-Lederhosen-Country. I also got a terrible german accent with the usual ze‘s and all, which I always find infuriating to listen to but I heard that it’s kind of cute to native speakers’ ears. Anyhow, as you can see my English is far from perfect and I am sorry for that. But as long as I get my point across I don’t really care.

I’m Jeremy, by the way.


PS: Here’s a video I like: