"Catfish" Joe's Changing Web Grunk

bodies may be made of fire, but souls are made of ice

-the Cure


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 rank shard-borne ratsbane, 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 dread-bolted 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:
Verbing nouns in general. It shows ignorance of the meaning of the noun.

Totally Random Catfish Provo Fact Number Five-Hundred and Four:
He has nine new lives every day!

"Of course in the post Xday world, the ONLY useful currency will be ours. The "Bob" Buck, Slack Silver, Connie Crown, and Yeti Yen will be the only thing accepted by Xist bankers (other than Pink pelts, though that is a bit rustic...)"
- Joe Provo

I suggest checking out the Mid-Atlantic Infoshop... before it is too late.

Want more spew? Have a question? Ask the magic 8-ball!

And as a parting shot, a sample from the Weekly World Spew's concert, club and music classifieds:

Weekly World Spew
Concert, Club and Music Classifieds
Sound Person, looking for a working band.
Experienced in ska, techno,
and soul.  I like acid, especially
Altman's Cosines.
Call Randee at 555-7256.

Bunky See, Hunky Do
 tearin' it up with
 the masters of ambient:
East L.A. Lunk Celebrities

Takin' the stage, "Festering Blue Tortilla Chips"
 with
Boover
Festered Butchers
 and Sextus

Beat Armada
 fulfilling their contractual obligation with
 the masters of baroque:
Pussies For El Chupacabras

Cheers,
joe