Required first post.

For me to begin anything I have to have two things: anything and a beginning. So, this is the beginning. From now on my thoughts are easily converted to text format and put out on the electric egregore that is the World Wide Web. It's comforting and frightening...it's out there for anyone to see...the musings and crackbrained commentary of an acidhead poleepkwa.
For those who may not know me (which consist of about 7.2 billion sentient beings, plus the few million bacteria on your keyboard right now--made you flinch) I'm called Olo Lamna. Don't ask me what Olo means, because I have no clue; Lamna is latin for shell, which is pretty damn accurate considering I'm a space cricket. Suck on that, MNU.
Oh dear...I seem to have run out of interesting things to say. Perhaps this was not a good idea. I'm not like Sherry or Bradley or Akra Weaver--I don't struggle for life every day in D-10 or help to burn down MNU buildings or liberate the enslaved. People like that should tell the world about what they do and why they do it, because its people like that who change things and make the world a better place for everyone, human and poleepkwa alike, in ways that maybe aren't as obvious at first but still vitally important...I'm just a regular person; what do I have to say that's worth listening to?
Nothing worth noting. Nothing that will aid you in a firefight or inform you of D-10 occurances or even entertain you very much, I think. I'm probably like the unfathomable numbers of minds out there who play the harlot to their great god, the Internet; the people who post everyday thoughts and actions and words so that, in some bizarre, borderline way, they can live forever. When I wake up tomorrow morning and think that this was a stupid idea and delete this blog, the words and the thoughts behind them will still be there, somewhere, and they'll never leave. Nothing can be nothing unless it was nothing to begin with...
So I don't have anything important to speak of. That's true--that's more then true, that's a given. But, I do have myself to offer. My brain, my thoughts, they're all yours. No returns.