Dad's Claimer

My e-dad, Dr. Smash, posted a comment recently advising me to post a disclaimer on this blog. Apparently, it is not already painfully obvious that my opinions are my own and they do not represent the policies, predilections, prejudices, or other synonyms, of my employer, or any other sane person. I thought the Oscar Wilde quote at the top of the page might be a good enough disclaimer. I also supposed that my March 02 caveat lector, which is my own latin version of "reader beware", might act as a disclaimer of sorts: "I am no more beholden to my opinions than is a dog to his fleas. If someone can rid me of them, all the better."

Clearly, the opinions expressed on this page do not represent any coherent philosophy or belief. Rather, they are like mental peppermints, used only to freshen the mind with mild doses of self-indulged humour. They do not represent any organisation. You could even say they represent disorganisation. They are not to be acted on, without child supervision. Most of the things I write do not even rhyme. So, while I find disclaimers generally well written and inspiring texts of legal absolution, I believe that my own incoherence is disclaimer enough for this blog.