Yes, it is I, that more-than-dilettante but less-than-associate spectator of the world of ideas. Ok, before you start thinking that I must be absurdly pretentious simply by virtue of writing that sentence, I'll set you straight. I am pretentious. I am also awesome beyond human comprehension. Almost as incredibly awesome as, say, Iron Maiden...but not quite. Definitely more awesome than a Rothko painting, but less awesome than a Magritte. More awesome than Renee Descartes but less awesome than David Hume. More awesome than Dolph Lundgren but less awesome than Carl Weathers. You get the idea. I'm certainly in the upper quintile of awesomeness, and since, due to the laws of statistics, you're likely somewhere around the median level of awesomeness, you are, ipso facto, unable to comprehend my awesomeness. It's alright, I'll ease you into it. Don't be scared, it won't hurt you. Trust me. I'll take care of you. Now take your shirt off.