Catfish's Rotating World-Wide-Weirdness

Eyeballs, eyeballs, eyeballs! Eyeballs everywhere!
Eyeballs, eyeballs, eyeballs! Floating through the air!

-The Cramps


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Little-known Joe Provo Fact Number Eighty-Six:
He briefly played guitar. Very Briefly.

"You should always go to other people's funerals. Otherwise they won't come to yours."
-- Yogi Berra

Bob the Angry Flower demands TRIBUTE! KNEEL BEFORE HIS MIGHT

Want more spew? There's a bug in my office. Let's eavesdrop on the engineers...

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

One morning, a student met a sage by the inn.
"Oh Master," said the student, "What is the nature of deep knowledge?"
The master struck the student seven times with a rod.
After puzzling over this for hours, the student became Enlightened.

Cheers,
joe