Catfish's Web Junk

I used to be disgusted
Now I try to be amused

-Elvis Costello


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 tottering spur-galled strumpet, 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 spongy 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.

Word-of-the-Moment:
Non-trivial

Rather Obvious Catfish Fact Number Fourty-Five:
He does any and everything under the auspices of the Church of the SubGenius. Even the stuff the Church tells him not to do.

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

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

The latest from KidCo!
 Limited Edition Eighth Husband for Happy Fun Ball! 

Cheers,
joe