Daniel F. Creeden Jr., at one point in his life, was a baby. Cold and shivering and helpless to the realities of the world that surrounded him.

As time went by and those realities grew more and more complex, the baby that he once was aged and grew and shaped itself into the full grown adult baby that we see today sitting at its computer and typing out page after page of abject mediocrity and subjecting it all to a world that doesn't want anything to do with any of it.

Who wants pudding?