Yes, it's me again. You thought maybe you had finally rid yourself of me, but alas, such was not the case.
Some of you may notice I don't appear the same as I did before. I must assure you that even though I am totally different, I am in fact completely the same. "Same same, but different," as they say in Thailand. "Same shit, different Damion," as my clone used to say, before I bludgeoned him repeatedly (he was somehow always where I wanted to be).
Yes, this is the real me. Again. The only difference being a photograph and a name. Yes, they're my real ones, but they might as well be an archaic bicycle and a silly 60s TV character's name. You're still gettin' the real me, like it or not.
And since this is the real me, let me take a moment to pimp my sci-fi story. You can expect me to bring it up as often as possible from now on. Seriously, I know there are a major amount of really good writers here, and any feedback you'd care to share would be appreciated. The problem with writing sci-fi is that there's so little audience, feedback is scarce. So please consider this an open invite.
Other than that, you can expect the same useless drivel from me you've all come to love avoiding: Spam, Baked Beans, Spam and Spam with a side of Spam biscotti topped with Spamon mousse (washed down with Spamshake).
And that's all I have to say to you right now.