So without going and making a habit of primarily turning this place into a personal blog, I am going to be quite succinct and upfront about the fact that this may be (and hopefully with intention and by design) a somewhat rambling post, full of run on thoughts that will split into multiple tangents some of which may or may not be readily followed and connected by anyone and again may or may not come full circle and reconnect to the initial thought process. First off, despite multiple questions or attempts to have a conversation about the design and intention of rekindling this website I am of the opinion that the whole purpose of OTB is really not that well defined, which is why I believe that Christopher had such a difficult time formulating the “about” section that can probably be seen somewhere off to the right of this posting if you are reading it in the present or near-present if such a thing even exists. Sure it does. Just as the purpose of this page, place, collective is fairly free form and forgiving all but Danimal-esque spelling and pornography based on multiple conversations with Mr. d00dpod I feel I can morph combinations of words to fit my own purpose and hope someone can follow if they care to try. Now I think I/we need to be completely and utterly honest and not kid ourselves with the fact that as much as I would love to be able to compete with Justin in any facet of existence, it is just simply not going to happen. This style, writing, intellect or what have you is not in the same ballpark and while from time to time they will brush up against one another via OTB that’s the closest I’ll come to the actual greatness he emits. It’s actually taken me a while to get over a mental barrier as to how or what I could write about that would be worthy enough to reside in the same virtual space with the man, but as the ole adage goes – if you can’t bEEAT em, join em. So here I am again, warts and all, making up my own words, throwing my atrocious grammar in many directions and compiling completely random thoughts in no particular order quite simply due to the fact that after lying in bed for multiple hours and gulping NyQuil to quell my cold symptoms glorious, glorious sleep still has not overtaken me. After a full weekend I’m physically worn down, but require some sort of outlet to expend mental energies that are obviously swirling enough to facilitate my insomnia. I guess the fact that I had four, no probably more like five, beers during the afternoon and a brilliant idea of getting to bed at what most would regard as a reasonable hour (10:30pm EST) which would undoubtedly result in an early start on my week which would in turn allow for all sorts of doors to open to immensely rewarding productivity with limitless bounds, again I’ve come up slightly short and only managed to enjoy a brief alcohol induced sleep until 1:30am. Maybe it’s not really insomnia after all, as I did sleep, but I require more like thirty than three hours of rest in an evening, so let’s just agree that I’m baffled and get on with this bad little show or what have you. Continued…