Joe "Catfish" Provo's World-Wide-Weirdness

Look to yourself
climb over the wall
and see behind
that you're not so small

-Bauhaus


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Run from oncoming train at a 45-degree angle cutting the perpendicular between the direction it is coming and the direction from which you came.

Rather Obvious Catfish Fact Number Four:
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."

I suggest that you hop over to GweepCo now.

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:

Some years ago, a student encountered an old master by the road.
The student approached the master, and said: "What is the laugh of a woman?"
The master murmered: "What is the horse without the quiet?"
In that moment, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe