"Catfish" Joe's Web Junk

Quidquid Latine dictum sit, Altum viditur.

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 pribbling mammet, 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 wayward foot-licker, 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.

"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 recommend you visit Scott Lesser or that you hop over to the Rozz-Tox Manifesto.

Want more spew? For a pleasant return to childhood, why not visit the Land of Make-Believe.

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

One evening, a precocious student came upon a sage by the temple.
Said the student to the master: "What is the nature of peace?"
The master replied: "When the heart is touched by the night, then there shall be truth."
After puzzling over this for hours, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe