Catfish's Growing World-Wide-Weirdness

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

Every page on the net is "under construction". These pages are "under mutation"; they change every time they are visited, barring a few nescessary constants. If you're lazy enough to stay here fifteen minutes and your browser supports META tags, we'll reload the page for you.

Service offer: send me unsolicited, "bulk" (commercial or non) email, and I'll proof it for 50 dollars a line! See here for more info on my valuable offer!

If you want to be blackholed at the gweep.net mail server, thou fobbing clay-brained gudgeon, send mail to my old flame-bucket or to an old address. If you don't like something about these pages, or wish to correlate address scraping thou weedy ill-breeding nut-hook, send mail to my current flame-bucket. If you like something about these pages, send mail to web-comment where scraped appears in the mailto link.

"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."

I suggest checking out Burn All GIFs!.

Want more spew? There's a bug in my office. Let's eavesdrop on the engineers...

And as a parting shot, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:

The latest from Ohio Art Corp!
 Hip Yugo for Terminator-Gang! 

Cheers,
joe