Joe Provo's Web Page

Get a life, not a lifestyle.


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If you want to be blackholed at the gweep.net mail server, thou lumpish rump-fed nut-hook, 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 puking common-kissing boar-pig, 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.


Rather Obvious Crimson Fact Number 30:
He was on the track team in high school, for one and a half seasons until benched for an injury.

"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 visiting the free, global email-to-fax gateway from The Phone Company.

Want more spew? There's a bug in my office. Let's eavesdrop on the engineers...

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

One sunny afternoon, a young student saw a master by a field.
"Oh Master," said the student, "How can I master true compassion?"
The master answered: "When the darkness is surrounded by the solitude, then there shall be stone."
At that, novice student became the master.

Cheers,
joe