Rawr.

... Well, shit. I do have a follower. o_O;

I looked at some of the other things you're following, matie, and I have to say while I like literature, writing, and such, this is a blog for a slightly mentally disturbed bastard to post, and then delete, whatever he damn well pleases. Short of a midget and a mono-toned bastard who tends to miss the stuff I delete - unlike the midget, which starts getting annoying when I realize even if I delete something five minutes later, it might still have been seen - this is me talking to myself. If you haven't actually seen my half insane babbling already, I'd advice you to unfollow and pretend you never saw this. Contrary to the title of this blog - which I personally find to be a quite spiffy one - there isn't much consistency here. Not even the inconsistent kind.

Yes, the title is spelled incorrectly. Why the e's have been replaced with a's is a matter of a personal "riddle / code" of sorts, one which I've done somewhere else. The meaning is different than if I had said Inconsistontly Consistont, if that helps anyone who's stupid enough to try and figure out what it might mean.

Seriously, though. I recommend not following this if you're even remotely sane. This is the internet, so you may well not be, but a fair warning has been given, so any future visits to a psychiatric facility that may or may not have been caused as a consequence of you having read this blog... Yeah. I'm not liable for them, will not pay you compensation for them, and will probably giggle my ass off of this chair in response to them.


On another note, I should play with the idea of having an actual blog, for actual things.
... Nah. I don't have the patience, nor the time at the moment.

To the midget: I've been more or less available for the last two or three days, if it means anything. Haven't had much luck bumping into anyone online, but that's how it goes, eh? My mother is still not completely recovered, so talking in the house isn't the best idea for the sake of her rest, and for the life of me, I don't get why I've actually felt cold this year. I like talking outside, but bloody hell is it cold outside, so I'll have to be coaxed into a phone conversation.