Meet Beitiathustra

Mr. Beitia refers to himself solely in the third person to distinguish himself from his ego. Whereas Mr. Beitia is a blue-collar wage slave, his ego flies freely to such great heights pondering the deep questions of existence, such as: “beer then liquor, or liquor then beer?” or “what’s for dinner” or… well, you get the idea.
Mr Beitia is married with four children. He attends a traditional Latin Mass Catholic Parish. When not playing lego brand building blocks (sometimes even with his children), his ego occasionally gives malformed opinions on, well, whatever subject matter happens to be typed in this blog.
At the current writing of this about me Mr. Beitia is currently rapidly approaching the tenth prime number. He finds this a little discomforting, because the first nine prime numbers are pretty cool ages to be, not so for the tenth and beyond. His ego, however, has not progressed past the sixth prime number.
Following along with general relativity, Mr. Beitia has no gravity to himself, and isn’t going anywhere, so time flies by pretty fast. Mr. Beitia’s ego affirms that he has already typed too much, so that’s about that.