Archive for March, 2002

What do you get if you cross Steppenwolf’s classic The Pusher with a twisted and possibly damaged mind? This.

Here’s the scary part. At some point tonight, my random kitten generator will generate page impression number 2,000,000, the first million having passed me by completely. I know I keep on going on about it, but damn, I’m not used to this, OK?

“Women who wish to engage in erotic wrestling have the right to know how it’s done safely and enjoyably.” I couldn’t have put it better myself. Ladies, walk this way.

Unbelievable. Some has ripped off my Random Kitten Generator with a virtually identical Randon Pisshead Generator. And, if you look closely at one of the pictures, I’m one of the random pissheads…

Last week me and a few friends entered the Rough Trade pop quiz. As you can see, we won. The inscription says “We are The Champions.”

Sorry, just felt a sudden need to gloat.

b3ta is one of my two favouite sites on the Internet. Recently I’ve been luckily enough to be involved with b3ta, contributing content to their own weblog. Now, like other hobby-sites that have captured something quite magical and succeeded beyond belief, they’re being forced to shut down in less than a week unless the funds are raised to pay for next years bandwidth charges. I’d urge anyone who frequents b3ta to dip their hands into their pockets and contribute whatever they can afford — we take for granted the fact that most content on the Internet is free, but it’s only so because someone else is paying the bills, in this case b3ta’s founders. What’s more, web-hosting is not cheap, and b3ta is not a business. So go on, give a little. I’m posting a cheque right after work.

Not many people scare me, but no-one scares me as much as Grillo the Clown.

“The government monitors and investigates web sites that contain certain key words like; apocalypse, agents, Aryan race, Aryan, assassination, ATF, atomic weapons, atomic, bin laden, blood, bomb, bomb making, break in, bribes, burning, car bomb… Dear FBI, be sure to read my entire web sites to make sure I’m not a terrorist.” I suppose they’ll be looking at mine now, as well. Hello, Mr FBI agent!

Fuck it

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