Joe's Current Crap

Lick the carpet, Dust the dog, Mow the windows, Shine the socks

-Tear Garden


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 clouted full-gorged whey-face, 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 ruttish elf-skinned horn-beast, 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.

Peeve-of-the-Moment:
Mobile phone users who talk and drive. Driving takes all your attention; pull over, nimrod.

Totally Random Joe Provo Fact Number Five:
He kissed his ass goodbye on X-day. That's the SubGenius doomsday/salavtion that was on July 5th 1998. He laughed all the way to the saucers.

"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 visiting the online game Urban Dead and you visit the Pitch Drop Experiment live webcam now.

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

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

This season's GOTTA HAVE toy:
 Halberd for Bifurcatin' Mark E. Smith Action Figure  
For ages four and up.  

Cheers,
joe