Intro

Well, welcome to my little slice of the internets, "Byrne Under a Bad Sign". Finally, I can has Blog. Lemme start out our little informal relationship with a story. In my fair city of Boston, I was riding on the T. The T is Boston's subway/public transportation system. Why do we call it the T? Well, ive narrowed that down to a couple theories. #1 is that it's named after the Boston Tea Party, which is, in my opinion, the most out of control tea party of all time. Anybody who says they remember the Tea Partay wasn't really there. Theory #2 is that us Bostonians are just lazy and dumb people, who can't use more than 1 syllable to describe what they're riding. Seriously, if we changed the name of that thing I'm pretty sure all of the commuters would just hop in cars. And nobody likes a Bostonian driver.
Heres how Bostonians think while driving:
"Gee Wiz! A ride into town in my automobile! What am i supposed to do when the light turns green? Oh yes! Why of course, beep on my horn the minute the light changes without giving the folks ahead of me the chance to move! Thank Golly horns emit such a soothing, tranquill tone at a calm, reasonable volume that absolutley does NOT MAKE MY BLOOD BOIL."

But Theory number 2 cannot be correct. First of all, Bostonians are not lazy. Sure the big dig was supposed to be done 8 years ago, but we're working on it! Honest! Second of all....aw skrew it I'm way to lazy to come up with another reason.....

Anyhow, I seem to have gotten off on a (opposite÷adjacent). Get it? Tangent. No, not diggin that eh? ya...I hate trigonometry, i have trouble with it. I just find it so, trigky. Still not liking the puns? Well, get used to it, cause u just arrived in the city of Bostpun... alright, I'll stop.

Well, I got of topic again, but by now I really don't feel like writing a story. But, you shouldn't go away with nothing at all, so ill leave you with these words of wisdom:
"Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it" -Gandhi