Backwash

I should probably introduce myself.

The name's Philip. Now, you should know I intend for this to be a meaningful, long-lasting relationship, despite the fact that my first blog is a seemingly biased movie review of Toy Story.

Philip 101: Let's see, I enjoy good movies, classic novels, self-destruction, and the color blue. I was raised in Van Nuys, California. If you haven't been there, it's this place on the outskirts of Los Angeles, surrounded by richer, greener areas in every cardinal direction.

I've spent a lot of my childhood in virtual worlds. I've spent a lot of my adult life in my own head (I'm a writer, significantly poorer than J.K. Rowling). I'll ideally spend my elderly days in a robot's body, but we'll see how that goes.

In college, I decided to intern at Disneyland (which was great), and later Walt Disney World. After returning from Florida, I worked briefly at Warner Brothers Studios as a tour guide, where I was given an over-sized golf cart to drive a dozen strangers through multi-million dollar premises three times a day.

As a child, I drank juice. I don't know when the transition into rum became a thing, but it's in case you haven't realized, rum is delicious. And, like juice, it gives me a funny feeling inside. I really don't drink it enough... then again, I don't go boating enough.

I'm writing this blog as a means of communicating to myself, only publicly. I don't intend to hold back, so if you have any questions, comments, obsessive thoughts, make them known. I've learned only this year that life's too short for repressing one's opinions Opinions are ultimately what separate us from each other... as well as our individual consciousnesses... also gravel... and fences... outdoor pools...

Stay tuned.