I can't be too unhappy as long as I have my books, cane, flask of bourbon, and .357 Magnum
Who is this guy?
A 13th-generation American of all-American mongrel stock. A second-generation red-diaper baby, named after Karl Marx and Frederick Engels. An ex-Leftist, recovering spasmo, and incurable brainiac. A déclassé intellectual settling into crotchety-old-bachelorhood, whose main interest in life is watching the science-fictional future turn into the historical past. I drink too much, and don't fuck enough.
I'm still a worshipper of Venus Afrodith. The day I don't turn my head to admire a pretty girl is the day to store me in liquid nitrogen. I believe deep in my heart, or rather lower down, that a beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, no matter the color of her eyes, hair, or skin.
I guess I look pretty dweeby, but I figure I must actually be pretty sexy, because every time I've gotten any, she came on to me. I suppose that being 6'1" tall helps ... and having a penis larger than politeness permits me to tell.
I'm as gimpy as the good Dr. House, whom I think is cool, and an ex-girlfriend of mine thought was hot. This contrast strikes me as both highly and deeply amusing. I reckon that a sense of humor and irony is very important for your mental and emotional health.
When you consider how the interjections "ah" and "oh" are pronounced, the pronunciation of Jahn is far more obvious and logical than that of John.