Joseph Z Provo's Growing Web Site

bodies may be made of fire, but souls are made of ice

-the Cure


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 mammering swag-bellied beef-witted canker-blossom, 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 gleeking motley-minded clack-dish, 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:
Abuse of the word "virtual". If something isn't "real" in the first place, there CANNOT be a "virtual" form of it; eg ALL internet domain names are "virtual domains".

Little-known Catfish Provo Fact Number Two:
He is a member of the National Forensics Society. He took second place in a Virginia statewide competition for dramatic reading interpretation.

"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."

Bob the Angry Flower demands TRIBUTE! KNEEL BEFORE HIS MIGHT

Want more spew? Ready to help decide next TV season? Sit down and review the crimefighter plotlines.

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

One morning, a disciple encountered a wise master by the marketplace.
Said the student to the master: "How can I experience peace?"
Said the master: "What is the sky without the fig?"
After puzzling over this for hours, the student became Enlightened.

Cheers,
joe