Though history will probably remember me more for my advances in badger sock technology than my more lurid adventures as the composer of "Outside The Box", the world's only opera written entirely in corporate management jargon, I prefer to think of myself as, first and foremost, a cactus plant. This is difficult, not only because I'm not one, but also because it's not something the human mind can imagine in any meaningful sense. My friends tends to ask if I'm still into falconry and arc-welding, which is disquieting as I have never pursued either of these... um, pursuits. Maybe they're confusing me with someone they used to forget.
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