The Catfish's Site

I don't know about your brain- but mine is really bossy.
I come home from a day on the golf course and I find all these messages scribbled on wrinkled up scraps of paper
And they say thing like: Why don't you get a real job?
Or: You and what army?
Or: Get a horse.

-Laurie Anderson

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What if the DNS could tell you the geographic relationship of network topology?

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Go check out info I've found interesting in various RSS feeds.

Want more spew? Here's track listings from my Ramones bootleg tapes.

And as a parting shot, the Weekly World Spew's movie theatre coming attractions:

   Hey Love-birds...

   A Scary TRUE story!

  *** Tomb of the Insomniacs ***

   And For the First Time on the Continent

   *** Priestess of the Sensuous Werewolves ***

   Free Mexican Stoplight Candy will be given to all patrons!

Cheers,
joe