Catfish's Often Transforming Web Pages

I don't know about your brain- but mine is really bossy.
I come home from a day on the golf course and I find all these messages scribbled on wrinkled up scraps of paper
And they say thing like: Why don't you get a real job?
Or: You and what army?
Or: Get a horse.

-Laurie Anderson


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 mammering onion-eyed rude-growing bugbear, 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 spleeny ill-nurtured measle, 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.

Peeve-of-the-Moment:
Fools who can't use turn signals when driving.

Totally Random Crimson Fact Number Fourteen:
He is a member of the National Forensics Society. He took second place in a Virginia statewide competition for dramatic reading interpretation.

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Go check out info I've found interesting in various RSS feeds.

Want more spew? Here's a list of my latest video games.

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

It's Wonky Cap'n Kirk Farts!  New, from Atari. 

Cheers,
joe