It was a dark, dank, gloomy mind and the slivey toads did gyre and gimble all night.

Greetings Earthlings. Welcome to the twisted corridors of my mind. In case you did not recognize me, I am a 30something year old resident of the state of Nevada (or the state of depravity depending on my mood) who decided to blog on a whim. One sleepless night while waiting to go to bed I noticed my significant other on a strange website furiously typing while muttering strange chants under her breath. Intrigued in spite of myself, I took a closer look and discovered that my wife had succumbed to the temptations of blogging. As she mumbled, "I don't know what to say..." to herself, I heard my mind screaming "I CAN DO THAT!" and so a blog was born.
In case you haven't figured it out, I am an amateur writer with more dreams of being published than realities. In the 9-5 world I do technological support for a medical company here in Sin City, Las Vegas. I come home everyday and collapse in front of my monitor surrounded by the tomes that are stacked in every nook and cranny of my home library and continue to stare at a computer screen while cruising the net looking for estoterica or playing one of the countless computer strategy games that I enjoy. I grew up in a large family of 10 children and the cavernous silence of my own home is a welcome blanket that I cling to. My wife of 15 years has learned to put up with my pensive moods and has finally given up (I hope) trying to drag me out to socialize. I have a single 15 year old son, whose neurotic desire to be alone is worse than mine. He also spends long hours in front of a computer screen working on his ghostly white cathode-ray induced non-tan.
I grew up in Lost Wages, playing D and D and logging on to computer BBSes (cough Multi-Comm). I was a product of the early days of the Clark County School District when teachers weren't churned out by the bucketful and you could travel from one end of the valley to another in under 30 minutes. I was a creative child, inventing games and designing worlds for my siblings and my own amusement. Even as a kid I was a loner, prone to taking long bike rides across dusty Vegas roads or climbing trees to hide from the noise that the crowd that was my family produced. I had few friends as I marched to the beat of my own drummer and he was playing reggae on the bongo drums. This trend has continued to this day as the people who get to know me don't want to spend the energy that it takes to keep up with the trials and tribulations of traveling in Lloyd's world.