Also on that same front page, if you looks for it, you will finds my entry in the latest Photo Phun Phallenge, or in my case the Foto Fun Failage.  I deleted my first entry because it was not processed enough.  It was too recognizable, and someone could have lifted my prints from it, yo.  So I put in one that was processed to within an nth of it's short little life.  All this is to say GO TAKE A GODDAMN PICTURE AND ENTER THE PFC YOU FOOLS.

Elsewhere in the site, you will note my last entry, cribbed from my past life as a stand-up...uh...what's the opposite of comedian?  Is there an opposite of comedian?  Why the fuck not?

I should point out, as well, that my recent attendance at the local poetry slams has been fuel for much of this new writing, though some of it is just too terrible for even you lot.  For instance, some of it is as bad as Steve Martin's infamous poem, "Pointy Birds":
O pointy birds, o pointy pointy
Anoint my head, anointy-nointy

My plan is to eventually get up and read something at one of these slam things, get in with the hipster urban youth and the militant african american student union, and get into the whole subculture of performance verbage, then suddenly stop going and take up, like, golf and Rotary Club meetings.  I'd like to do this in the next six months, assuming I can get a lease on a decent Cadillac once I complete my underground phase.

Speaking of which, it's time for me to get my overalls back on and get back to work here in the acid mines.