Toward the Beginning...
So a few of my friends scraped together a few megs of disk space on a happless PC somewhere deep in the bowels of the University of California Library System. Having thus far eluded caputure from ravenous library badgers and the unstoppable West Causeway Three-Toed Spotted Facilities Director, this machine eked out its miserable existence performing some librarily-inclined task or other which I really have know idea about since I'm not a librarian or anything so I'd probably best finish this sentence...
Er, anyway, suffice to say that this machine was
summarily enslave^H^H^H^H^Huplifted from its pointless existence to perform that most holy and revered of duties for any pointlessly net-connected machine...To Host a Pointless Web Site.
And the heavely host:80 process and the ftp daemons did look upon PseudoSite, and they did see that it was .. well .. er .. well, they saw it was a bunch of guys screwing around with HTML so that we'd have something cool to put in our email sigs. So, fucking shoot me for coming right out and saying it...
I feel your pain, man, I really do. One more "Hi, this is my home page! And here's a picture of my goddamn dog or something! And here's a list of the classes I'm taking this semester" bullshit so-called home page and yer gonna go postal, I just know it. So it's my job to make sure you're entertained to at least such a point that you don't forget to eat or bathe or something equally normal-sounding. So nobody up and smash their monitor on my account, ya riot-crazed hooligans. Just sits yer selves down and relax for...
A Pointy Web Site.
Hold on to your butts.
addison (at) netcom (dot) com