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Intro

Alright so this is my first attempt at creating a blog.
Actually its the first time I've done any writing of any kind in a while.
I like writing and it has always been something I want to do, but I think there is a certain amount of vulnerablity in writing your thoughts and observations on a blog that I wasn't comfortable with. I hope that I will be able to express myself well and that in the midst of this exercise I will learn to let go of some of my introverted and private ways and be candid in my postings.

I chose this title because I have always considered myself an optimist, trying to find the best in people, in places, in circumstances, etc. But time and experience (as well as education) has made me a bit of a cautious optimist. I think that truth is sometimes hard to swallow and that things are often not as simple as they seem. Humour is a way that I can deal with reality. Humour to me does not change or disregard the fact that bad things happen, but offers you a chance to become aware of some of the tragedy and injustice in life without taking away the sense that there is hope in the midst of it.

Another reason why I chose this title is because I am a huge fan of "The Simpsons" and so references to this show might pop up throughout my posts.
Here are a few qoutes to open with:

Homer: "Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true! "

Homer: "Lisa, if the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn't, it's that girls should stick to girls sports, such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such."

Homer: "Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel."

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