Catfish's Perpetually Transmogrifying Web Louou

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 droning rough-hewn clotpole, 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 frothy ill-nurtured pumpion, 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.

Word-of-the-Moment:
Scone

Totally Random Crimson Fact Number Four-Hundred:
He owns H Mackeirnan's soul, and has a recipt to prove it.

"Your pink metronome heart pounds the beat of your own march to meaty death. NOW is all you've got so quit wasting it, you whiny apologists for the status quo."
- Joe Provo

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, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:

Funky Half-Cow Sidekick for Shriner-Corps! 
From BondoTRONIX! 
In stores now! 
You put it together!  

Cheers,
joe