Joe "Catfish" Provo's Shifting Web Site

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 pribbling dismal-dreaming fustilarian, 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 beslubbering fool-born pignut, 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.

Visit my Poetry Grab-Bag and some writings.

Totally Random Catfish Provo Fact Number 6:
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."

Might I suggest you visit Scott Lesser, the online game Urban Dead, or Ian Heavens Memorial.

Want more spew? Need some terror? We have some Lovecraftian fragments...

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

It's Snooty Mr. Sanitation Engineer Cries!  New, from DEC. 

Cheers,
joe