My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?

I'm never bored, Harold, and I don't waste my precious time in front of a TV...but I do get a kick out of dispelling myths.

Someone said the Roland piano was "perfection".

I disagree...and it is becoming more obvious that I am not the only one.

Can we say that it is "perfectly imperfect"...or, how about "imperfectly perfect"?

I really think that you guys think I am picking on Roland's piano...I'm not...I'm just dispelling the myth that it is "perfection".

Ian