Of the many, many … many stories I’m currently developing, one is a time travel infused bit that really is only slightly connected to temporospatial traversal. It does, at this point anyway, deal with alternate versions of oneself. With that in mind, read my username. Go ahead, break it down. Eventually, with careful spacing and some punctuation, you get:

Adam “No, not that Adam Law, the other Adam Law. ” Law.

which I think would be an awesome nickname.

I have known for many years that mine is a composite of fairly common name components. Adam, lots of em. Law, more than you might think. I’ve also been aware of a few other compatriots known by this particular combination. I have a complete and utter complacence in that fact. And in that the previous sentence was written strictly to have more words that begin with “com-” in this paragraph.

Now, google all the me’s and you get a massive spectrum of lifestyles.

A British doctor who trained at Middlesex-something-or-other-doctor-training-facility. Sex is in the name. Terrific.

This guy, the one on the left, I have mixed feelings about. I was all set to make a joke about how he doesn’t appear to be drinking milk in the pic, but then I actually looked at the full sized version, and noticed that both of these guys have the Alex lashes. That’s disappointing. So much so that I won’t draw the connection to the Halloween episode of Big Bang Theory, rather I’ll mention The Y2K episode of Family Guy, the one where Peter and Lois put on the same dress. There, wasn’t that funny, Adam? Got the creative juices flowing, you derivative hack? That’s all your worth, a Family Guy reference. Welcome to pop culture. Enjoy the show. That aside, this particular Adam Law is compiled of pure awesome because Tom is still one of his top mySpace friends, despite all the awkward hardships they went through together in that bungalow betwixt the rice paddies of Southern Sri Lanka last fall.

Adam Law #3 is one of my favorites due to the fact that, when adamlaw.com was taken, he didn’t back down to alaw.com or extend it with a middle name no one cares about, he manned up and bought mradamlaw.com. Mister Adam Law is a designer of some accomplishment in Glen Carbon, Illinois and has a cool way of writing his name that I’m kinda pissed off I didn’t think of in the second grade. He also has a beard, which makes me miss mine all the more.

Here’s one that owns a boat. Three that have imdb listings. A patent attorney. One with second author’s billing on a book that appears to teach the fine art of tracheotomy.

If you have no music currently playing, why not groove to the instrumentals of Adam Law? Anyway, how could you miss him, as he pimps himself on every online music store known to mankind. Yes, each of these is a different site. He’s even listed his instrumental album at a lyric site. Classy.

So, that’s us. Or some of us. Maybe we’ll get together on some collaborative effort at some point in the future. Perhaps take over the world. And you will all live under the … *ahem*

ADAM LAWS

So, anyway. I’ll be using this space for my personal blog. There are many like it, but this one is mine. What differs here is that I’m aware you’ll eventually drift elsewhere once I’ve sufficiently bored you. Knowing that, my intention here is not to spew forth the standards of “how I feel” or “my political views” or “Penthouse Forums: Table for One entries,” I’ll be using this space chiefly to develop my thoughts into some form of story, and possibly cast my story developments into the zeitgeist, where they will surely be plucked up into some story already in production.