Ode on a Paul-ian Spurn

Here it is, folks - the beginning of a new era in internet superfluity.  After much consideration and analysis of constructive feedback, I have decided that my thoughts need to be read, comprehended, and commented on - positively or negatively.  What can you expect from Steve Answers, you ask (besides being slightly crazier than Creed Thoughts)?  A few things:

      1) Answers (clearly).  Submit questions to me and I will answer them.  Not sure what to do this weekend?  I bet I know.  Not sure how to stop your dog from chasing the ice cream truck?  I've got some tips.  Not sure what superfluity means?  I do!  All that to say, I will tackle any question asked, from the mundane to the monumental.  The only price you pay is having my answer posted for all to see.  Depending on my backlog* of questions, I may not answer yours instantaneously, but I will get to it as fast as my li'l fingers can type.  *Note: I am well-known for overestimating my potential for backlog.

     2) Disclosure.  If you ask me a serious question, I will give you a serious answer (with perhaps just enough light sarcasm or anecdotal interjection to give you a slight chuckle); if you give me an overly sarcastic (see: asinine) question, my answer will match up two-fold.  Be warned:  when I'm given time to think of a response, I will burn you.

     3) Atypical Blog-ocity.  This will not be your typical, "Dear Diary..." Blog; you, my reader, control the aim and scope of all things.  Moreover, it can't be diary-esque because a diary implies privacy.  No privacy here.  If your question relates to how my day was, I'll gladly answer, but please realize that it was your choice to transform my Blog to that of a 14-year-old's.

I will provide more information for you as this Blog grows and adapts to its readers needs.  I welcome you all to Steve Answers with the promised first entry: An ode dedicated to the only person who provided negative thoughts for me starting a Blog (please see Ode on a Grecian Urn for slightly higher levels of entertainment):

Ode on a Paul-ian Spurn

Thou thoroughly ravished husband of cynicism,
      Thou foster child of negativity and mean,
Shady barbarian, who cannot admit
      To a flowery tale more sweetly than his own:
What grief-fringed legend haunts thy thoughts
      Of pessimism or repugnance, or of both,
            In West Bend or the dales of the Interweb?
What men sans nods are these? What negative nancies?
      What mad refute? What struggle to escape Steve?
            Why snipes and jests? Why mild insanity?

Boom.  Roasted.