I made some tables, enabling you to waste fewer irretrievable seconds of your mortal tenure reading my rambling, inane commentary, for which I will pretend that you have all been clamoring. But-- I AM still LAZY and I still DON'T CARE. Your browser is still sucking it.

Pressed for time (ie. inclination) with which to compose something actually useful or pertinent to put on this page. For now, be contented with these poorly scanned photos taken on a disposable Walgreen's camera. Ŝatu!

This is me in all my overexposed glory. What is this artifact on my left shoulder? Is it a ghost? Is it a sebaceous remnant someone courteously smeared on a public scanner to provoke my imagination? Not that I am intolerant to the filthy depositing of body film by strangers or anything...
This is me escaping the brothels of Tijuana for a new life in the Land Of Opportunity.


Archives from Ye Olde Syte.

Check out my sweet ass ELNA web diploma. I am now qualified to watch Will Shatner's "Incubus".

On the subject of Esperanto: History, links, quotations, and the World's Most Succinct Esperanto Lession. Coming soon!

Florkers do it in the flork.

This is me at a White Power rally.

"In Nagasaki, they love bukkake."

The only excuse to dress like either this or this is if one anticipates encountering either hippies or religious fundamentalists on their home turf. But really.. I was just doing my laundry.

In case deduction is not a weapon in your arsenal, here I am.
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