I am usually called Dustin. I was born an infant and raised as a child. I find eating, sleeping, breathing, and boardgaming to be worthwhile pursuits. I occasionally read comics when such basic biological needs are not pressing. Time passes, and I age. My existence haunts me. I wonder why. At night, when the moon is full, I sometimes dream. I oftentimes am too lazy to floss. At some moment past, on a strange whim, blogging seemed a proper notion. Previous to that, so did not blogging. I am not sure what this contradiction means.