(contains short works of neurotica and general abuses of sarcasm)
I've been wondering lately. What can I do to make the world a better place? The world is going to hell — with or without its handbasket. What can I do to prevent it?
Moiraine often tells me that I can't save the world. It's depressing. But then I heard that cheesy, schmaltzy starfish story, and I thought, 'Goshdarnit! Maybe I can't save them all, but can I not save one?'
So, I'm going to do my part. And I encourage all you brave, single Canadians to do the same.