jr conlin

Born with the superpower to accurately predict the very recent past, I stand head and shoulders with my peers, particularly when we are organizing brands of shampoo at the local drug store. Dabbler, hacker, troublemaker, and part-time professional idiot, I am forever poking that which should not be poked, and voicing slightly more coherent thoughts than the guy screaming that the fire hydrant is Joesph Goebbels.