The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Those are degrees of a scale, used to make up chords. The root is the first note. For example, in A minor, that is A. The third is the third note, and it determines whether the scale or chord is major or minor. The fifth degree is also a big part of how the chord sounds, but it's almost always the same. The fifth is the second note you find in a power chord.
I wasn't saying that for attention.. I just have been noticing a lot more lately in the pit that a lot of the guys here have extremely high standards. I work out, eat extremely healthy, and I *still* can't look like those girls. When I see that's what people want out of me, I sometimes question why I even bother. But, thanks.. ahahah.
The pit thinks it's a lot better looking than it actually is. I wouldn't worry.