I might be crazier than ever so don’t consider anything here ‘advice’. Even if it sounds like advice, it isn’t. I have nothing to sell, and no need for you to believe anything I write, anything I do, or anything that smacks as knowledge in science. I have no formal education in this stuff. I’m just a guy who likes to write and shares a bit of it here on this blog. If you find some of it mildly entertaining, good for you, but that’s all this is: I entertain myself doing this and maybe the occasional person who stumbles on this blog.
Have a nice day.
As we go into year three of the pandemic, my words below about ‘a damn fool with an opinion and an Internet connection’ ring more true than ever. What is way worse then I had ever guessed is how this would propagate beyond my imagination. Everyone seems so aggrieved, entitled, and intolerant – and proud of it.
And everyone is a scientist.
Because of this I am bowing out of any sort of ‘citizen scientist’ role. Anything you read here in this creaky old blog that goes back to the aughts that smacks of scientific interpretation? Treat it as a curious artifact from a time before a large portion of the population went insane. I don’t want to be lumped in with them.
(Perhaps my yogurt recipe is the only real science here. You can follow the instructions and replicate it at home. There’s no reckless speculation around the making of the yogurt: I did it dozens of times.)
It goes without saying though I’ll say it anyway: any damn fool with an opinion and an Internet connection can post all sorts of nonsense. I have no credentials in anything having to do with diet nor health and even if I did – none of the stuff I’ve written here constitutes ‘advice’.
This blog also has posts going back to 2007. Many of them do not reflect my current thinking. I leave them up because I’m too lazy to go back and reread 500+ posts.
Please use your common sense and talk to your doctor before you make any major changes to your lifestyle. I have spent my life trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me – and I’ll be damned if I have a *clue* what the hell is wrong with you.
Assume I’m about as trusted a source as some random guy you meet in a bar and have a chat with over a few drinks. Would you up-end your life because of the ramblings of some half-soused barfly?
Of course not.
Like the barfly analogy, listen if amused, believe nothing without your own research, comment if you like, and back away slowly if you’ve determined that I am unhinged and potentially dangerous.