This is a Sargasso of cultural flotsam and jetsam. You'll get my opinions, what passes as humor, and my comments thrown in for free!

I also make fun of myself and the dopey stuff we took as high-tech from the times when we started making Reddy Kilowatt dance to our tune.

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Why the heck do you care what I think? Read and find out. I'm not Paul Harvey – then, who is? – but I do manage to produce a larf or two.
The Tribune - An Account of My Tribulations

The Tribulations, a periodic account of the trials in my life. A Blog, you say? I don't need no steenkeen blog!

Some of them wrote like slumming angels, others wrote like they were just slumming. Put some eye-tracks on these hard-boiled mystery scribblers.
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I like my rockets hot and my science-fiction hard-core. If you're looking for elves, dragons, or socially-conscious navel-gazing, take a hike.

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Will today's whiz-bang stuff look as goofy in 90 years? I won't be around to tell. Here's a peek into the past.
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What would a personal web site be without some egotistical bragging?

The horror, the horror . . .

All pages on this site were first tested on dogs. Here are the horrific results.
MinTruthLink.jpg (4734 bytes)The Past – or at least Our Past – is pretty mutable. Here's Winston Smith's view of our lives.

From Oct. 7 through Oct. 21, 2005, I trekked from Cleveland to Pittsburg, Kansas, visiting the roadside attractions and oddities along the way. This is an account of the journey.
LinksGraphic.jpg (4469 bytes)While I try to be the font of all human knowledge, there are some musty little corners of Everythingness I haven't explored. Here are some sites well worth wasting the precious remaining moments of your life.
ContactLink.jpg (3742 bytes)So, you want to complain, huh? I'll give you something to complain about! Don't make me stop this website!
Don't expect any flash-bang whirligig krep here. This is mostly an information site. If you want to spend your life downloading programs to lard-up your Internet Experience and then grow old waiting for a page to download, go see AOL/Time/Warner Bros./MegaCorp or some other fool entertainment company that thinks people connect to the 'net via their own personal T-4 lines

After you're tired of their sizzle, come back here for the steak.

Note: I'm not above hoovering up graphics, so you can feel free to snarf up mine – just don't link to them. Everything else is copyrighted – so there.