Something Corny About New Beginnings

I think it's time for a shortened brain dump.

1) I am listening to Dimmu Borgir. Do yourself a favor and follow suit.
2) I am fascinated by the role that aesthetics play(or don't play)in daily life. I would never have expected Baudelaire to be such an influence post-undergraduate, but my default response to the events around me is "La vie en beau!" If you know what I mean.
3) I am so happy that I was an English major. Really, I should say that I was a literature major, but in two languages at once. But fuck am I brilliant.
4) I want a Mead Hall.
5) I am the philosopher king; the Kwisatz Haderach; Prospero before he drowned his books - Nicholas Urfe after colonizing mars; etc. etc.
6) I'd like to finish the saga of Alastor Sinncraft, and begin anew on the trials and tribulations of Thomas whatsisname in the land of the Esquimaux.
7) I want a Mead Hall.
8) It turns out that I'm legitimately descended from the real-life Lords of Rohan. Bad. Ass.

There will be more to come (finally!) over the next few weeks, dear invisible reader - I merely need time to compose my wits, and to perhaps to put together several treatises on aesthetics, the sacred, and the role of deconstructionism in the life of a modern dandy-philosopher.