My binary is undergoing existential angst.

Some of you reading this know me. Some of you don't.

But all of you wouldn't know as much as you would without this amorphous chunk of 01001011000111 floating in some server.

So what's it all about? It's changed from an experiment in examining the motivations for putting private thoughts on public bandwidth to an end in itself.

It's gone from my petri dish to become a window on the wall of my mind. Talk about mutation.

Those of you who (think you) know me might not be fully advised on the entirety of the package that seems to intelligently say "Hi" and make suitable noises when spoken to.

So here's a look into the neurotics behind that socially adjusted fakade. Yes fakade. Think PCK. Muhahah.

This, my friends is what really goes on most of the time, whether you happen to sense it or not.

Still, I cannot discount the fact that on some days I'm more screwed up (oh...that phrase...) than others. And any help that is intentioned to help me get back on track would be appreciated.

So, discretion please.

So Binary, what exactly are you for?

I think you're my Nutritional Information and Ingredients panel.