So today my mom was going through the basement trying to get rid of old stuff, and she found a  bunch of my artwork and stories from like kindergarten and the other 'formative years.'  And get this...total proof of my nerddom.

AGE FIVE--I drew a picture of a mind flayer.  A MIND FLAYER, AN ITHILLID!  ONE OF THE MANY DENIZENS OF THE UNDERDARK.  I WAS FIVE.  I DIDN"T EVEN PLAY D&D YET.  HOW DID I KNOW WHAT A MIND FLAYER WAS.

AGE SIX--I wrote a story called 'Keith's Gory Story.'  It consisted of a man being tortured in a fried chicken joint.  His arms were pulled off by some kind of robotic monstrosity.  This proves to me that perhaps my inclination towards violence and being a giant nerd was not in fact learned, but some kind of inner proclivity.  Apparently I was already imagining squid men devouring people's brains by the time I was learning to fingerpaint.....WITH ENTRAILS.

that is all