So, we've been told to introduce ourselves. Very well then.

Hi, I'm Ernie. First thing's first: let it be known that you'll never, ever see a photograph of me with my shirt off or in a pair of speedos, at least not without the thickest sense of irony ever. C'mon, you don't want to see that and, thanks to a poor self body-image, neither do I. (Christ, it's like the shirtless guy from the SeanCody.com ad is just sitting their with his arms crossed, judging me.) Instead, I'll include a photograph of my very first time at a firing range, at an event called, no lie, "Geeks with Guns." Buck buck, muthafucka.

I've been writing a blog called Little, Yellow, Different for seven years or so, back in an age when blogs were short for "web logs" and the people that write them weren't being paid to talk about Paris Hilton on VH1's Best Week Ever or making an appearance on The View. I'm also the editor of the absolutely-nothing-to-do-with-being-gay website 8Asians.com, which is a website about, uhm, Asian America. (No porn. Sorry, rice queens.) In any case, I started my website at a time where everyone who wrote a blog was a raging computer geek.

And believe you me, I am a computer geek. Not in a cute "OMG Peter from Heroes is so cute" type of geekery, but a horrifying type of geekdom where if I were to start talking, your eyes would probably glaze over and you'd quickly require a porn chaser (which, might I add, is available for you conveniently via one of the sponsored links to your right.) I currently work as a web developer for a major Internet company in San Francisco. A good amount of people at said major Internet company are aware that I have a blog, and every so often I'll lie in bed in horror at the realization that a major Fortune 500 executive has read in vivid detail about my friend of a friend's asshole when they had come to my website expecting a synopsis about decentralized social networking. But so long as I'm not divulging any company secrets - and I'm not - it's all good.

As far as home life, I had previously lived in the suburbs for the past four years, where I dutifully lived ten minutes away from my elderly Chinese parents and bought a condominium and did what dutiful Asian sons do, which consist of listening to your parents complain about each other and ask, on a near-daily basis, when they're going to move in. After having a small mental breakdown, I got the fuck out of dodge and moved to the Mission district in San Francisco, where I live a block away from a hipster Lesbian bar and two blocks away from a bunch of crackheads.

And there you go. Vote as you wish.

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