Joe's Perpetually Transforming Crap

Agony is born of Desire
That's what you get for Wanting.

-Moev


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 gleeking swag-bellied clack-dish, 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 vain hell-hated bladder, 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.

These pages weren't made with anything beyond My Favorite Text Editor. (written in the vi editor)

Totally Random Crimson Fact Number Fifty:
He ran the first WWW server at WPI in 1993. It started out on a CS machine, migrated to the CCC machines, and became a term project for a pilot interdisciplinary course.

"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 recommend you visit the free, global email-to-fax gateway from The Phone Company... before it is too late.

Want more spew? There's something about Church names that stick in my head...

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

Some years ago, a student saw a master by the market.
Said the student to the master: "What is the heart of a girl?"
Said the master: "When the stick is confused with the rock, then there shall be full goodness."
With that, the student became Enlightened.

Cheers,
joe