Catfish's Perpetually Unfolding World-Wide-Weirdness

Sure as you can't steer a train
You can't change your fate

-They Might Be Giants

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 errant fly-bitten coxcomb, 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 clouted clapper-clawed jolthead, 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.

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Little-known Crimson Fact Number 40:
In general, he sees the world as full of potential friends. This does NOT apply to job tasks related to performing security analysis.

"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 Saki's World!

Want more spew? If you need to calm down, read some haiku.

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

You'll wait in line for Nights for:
 Batteries for Voice-activated The Tick!
From KidCo, LLC's Blood League and friends. 
You put it together!

Cheers,
joe