I'd Been Familiar With Comics, And I'd

There Was A Survey Done A Few Years Ago That Affected Me Greatly. It Was Discovered That Intelligent People Either Estimate Their Intelligence Accurately Or Slightly Underestimate Themselves, But Stupid People Overestimate Their Intelligence And By Huge Margins. (and These Were Things Like Straight Up Math Tests, Not Controversial Iq Tests.)

My Parents' Work Ethic Amazed Me. How Could They Put In Such Long Hours, Day After Day? Part Of The Reason Was To Keep The Family Going - To Keep Me Going. I Realized That, Although We Had Different Values Derived From Different Cultures And Wouldn't Agree On Certain Issues, They Were Good People, Incredible People, And I Loved And Respected Them.

I Don't Think I Made Any Really Big Mistakes; It's Just That I Chose Something Difficult To Do. Looking Back, I Suppose I Should Be Grateful That I Got As Far As I Got.

When You're Dead, It Robs Life Of Many Of It's Pleasures

Misery Loves Company. There's A Lot To That.