Good lord, who's running this joint?

Ahh!! Take me back!!


Reckon you've already figured out that my name is Fripp. I was named after this guy. I'm not creative when it comes to usernames and the like, "Frippenator" is a nickname my dad gave me years ago. I quite like it.

I'm a man trying to fight off a relentless Napoleon complex. My partner in crime is a stepladder, and with it I shall conquer the world. Maybe.

I have a bad habit of being cryptic and deadpanned. I think it's funny, but I've been told it confuses many. Coupled with the fact that I don't know how to talk in any other manner. I type the way I talk, minus the weird mumbling and grunting, though including the weird meowing...

I'm seventeen; September of '06!

I like a handfull of things. I like reading, drawing, wrestling, making collages (like the one at the top of this page!), collecting CDs, noodling around with instruments, and staring at screens until I get vertigo. I'm studying to become a phlebotomist, because that weird ooey gooey goopy stuff is interesting to me.

I dislike strong smells, muggy weather, my piss poor object permanence, and mild inconveniences that I forget about in twenty minutes time.

Did you know that I run into walls a lot?

Okay blah blah, I'm better at writing about things rather than introspection.

So what's this site for?

I have no idea why, but I always liked making dumb homepages. It started off with website makers when I was younger, specifically about my interests at the time. I'd make a domain on one, fill it with a myriad of (poorly written) information, and move on to the next. To me, it was like creating a diorama.

Naturally, this interest would awaken from its bear-like slumber years later. This time, with handwritten code. Scary.

I wanted a place to share about my various interests, much like the sites I made in grade school. All condensed in one space. I wanted a place that felt like "me", my own little island in the vast ocean that is the internet.

This is less of a "retreat" from modern social media, since I'm not really migrating from it in the first place. In all honesty, I don't use social media because it feels like someone throwing a flash grenade in my face. It makes me sleepy. Makes me feel crotchity. I hate log in pages.

Posting stuff in my own little cubby makes me feel less naked, y'know.

I plan on using this site for WHATEVER I WANT!

(Expect weird nerdy things. Tread carefully.)

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: Did you put up the dishes?
A: No.

Q: Did you clean the litter box?
A: I think.

Q: "So, whatcha think about stuff and... things?"
A: (Incoherent mumbling) "Meow."

Q: Is your name Crip, Frick, Flip, or Frank?
A: What?

Q: How do you spell that?
A: F-R-I-P-P.

Q: Pee pee?
A: Tee hee!

Q: Do you want a smoothie?
A: Yes.