Catfish's Nigh-Uncachable Web Grunk

Sure as you can't steer a train
You can't change your fate

-They Might Be Giants


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 froward fat-kidneyed baggage, 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 jarring sheep-biting giglet, 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:
Sloppiness.

Rather Obvious Catfish Fact Number Six-Hundred:
He once got someone drunk to sign a check to the Church of the SubGenius.

"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."

Bob the Angry Flower demands TRIBUTE! KNEEL BEFORE HIS MIGHT

Want more spew? Whatever you do, beware the Headless Cow!

And as a parting shot, the Weekly World Spew's movie theatre coming attractions:

   Coming SOON to this Theatre...

   You WON'T Want to Miss

  *** Whirlpool of the Brazen Druids ***

   And You'll Also See the Bone-Chilling

   *** Assault of the Metallic Mosquitos ***

   Human Ashes WILL BE Available at the Snackbar!

Cheers,
joe