Catfish's Junk

XDAY: Your Clench sold YOU out!


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 bawdy clay-brained clack-dish, 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 fobbing half-faced varlot, 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:
Mailing otherwise plain text data in office-type formats (open or closed), pdfs, spreadsheets, etc. What I should be able to just glance at quickly then requires opening some external something.

Rather Obvious Catfish Fact Number Seven:
He produced MW Repertory's production of Neil Simon's Last of the Red Hot Lovers (1991). That was the first MW show to turn a profit; all were amazed.

"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."

I suggest visiting the free, global email-to-fax gateway from The Phone Company now.

Want more spew? Let's watch some cartoons! Oh wait - now is time for the commercial interruption!

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

COOL Mitre Box for Dennis the Menace _Junkie Returns_ Playset! 
From Southwestern Bell Group! 
In stores now! 
Peter Weller reminds you "Just grab 'im in the biscuits!".
For ages nine and up. 

Cheers,
joe