I could complain about my crooked nose, or my height, or whatever, but really, I think mostly people notice that I always look like I haven’t slept in a few days and generally seem completely aloof to the rest of the world.    It’s not that I don’t care about you, world, it’s just that I’m busy, you know, thinking and stuff.

I’ve had a couple dozen people in my life’s history complain that I’m way more fun to be around when I’ve had one too many drinks, and to that I say: sure, just like a wheat thresher is a lot more fun to climb on when it’s not busy threshing.