Joe Provo's Mutating Web Grunk

I often wonder what I'm worth
But I won't take shit from you or anyone

-Mission Of Burma


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 surly base-court flirt-gill, 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 bootless rude-growing jolthead, 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:
Non-parody Top-Twenty lists. I don't CARE about anyone's popularity rankings of ANYTHING.

Totally Random Crimson Fact Number Nine:
He briefly played guitar. Very Briefly.

"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 that you hop over to Scott Hazen Mueller'slink farm or checking out the art of Matt Towler..

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 was walking by the market when he encountered a wise master.
The student approached the master, and said: "What is the secret to wisdom?"
Said the master: "As the sky is driven by the fig, so is darkness close to the soul."
Meditating years on this, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe