weirdNano because I felt like it.

The tirade

From the deepest cocles of my soul...

What the hell is a weirdNano?  What's nano, what makes me think it's so damned weird?  Why would you care?  Who am I that would purport to offer up a fruitless definition, and then to further expect that it could withstand the all-gazing and hyper-discriminant eye of these internet traffiks?  What ignorant little bird told me that a foolish venture such as this would do anything but wither and die, more tire-fodder on the internet super highway?  It was a bird alright, standing on my rump... eating the fly shit from between my back hairs and pecking mud off my oh-so-supple skin.  Oh sure, I'm what's for dinner... but who am I that would beg for your attention in these boring back-water recesses of the great web-wide ocean?  What could possibly delude me into thinking that I have even a glimmer of understanding for I'm talking about, when it ought to be so abundantly clear to everyone else that I don't?  What makes me so damned special?  When can I finally stop trying to 'make it' and get back in line with the rest of the herd?  Where am I going to beg for a job when these antics are thru, and I've exhausted this pent up juvenile angst against so fully-functioning a system of employ?  Who's it gonna be... them or me?