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Note: Maxell has $20 rebate coupon off of a ten-pack of CDRs, bringing your total to about two dollars. Check it out at Office Depot or any of those other big stupid office-supply stores. 1999mar29 - 1999apr02. Fun Week. Okay. Here's the problem. I have a lot of things to do. And not much time to do them. And taxes. So I can't keep updating this site every day, at least not until I get my time-release PancakeRobot installed. So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to put a bunch of stuff up, and it "counts" for the entire week. PACE YOURSELF. Here are the things. THREE new All About photosAlso, here is even more BONUS stuff to keep you off my back. This is a child's kitchen set entitled "My First Kitchen." Rusty purchased it for one strong American dollar and was kind enough to share it with you, the clamoring, insatiable, slightly-overweight public.
Salut, children, Salut! The next BONUS thing is a mousepad that I purchased at a flea market for fifty American cents.
Dare to dream! Perhaps one day we will all live in a Less Invasive Future(tm)! This reminds me of the ad for hypodermic needles that promised a "new level of injection comfort." It's around here somewhere, but good luck finding it. I call this place My First Firetrap(tm). Finally, here is a possessed Bubbly Chubby, the Teletubbies knock-off.
![]() The button-activated BLOOD RED eyes have been softened a bit by the unforgiving glare of the flatbed scanner, you know, just like Cybill Shepard on Moonlig--what's that, Bub? You want me to destroy the U.N. building? I HEAR AND OBEY MY MASTER, CHUBBLY BUBBLY. What? Oh, sorry. MY MASTER, BUBBLY CHUBBY. Also, pretend I played a really funny April Fool's trick on you. Great. I mean something like maybe Cardhouse was bought out by some spineless corporate entity, or there is some kind of pending lawsuit, or something. Use your imagination! Less work for me. I have to go to New York now. ---- 1999jan17 Okay! I am back from my far-flung adventure! I have many stories to tell you, the home/work reader. I would especially like to thank Colin Maciness for tending to the big mess that is Cardhouse in my absence. But now, an emergency PSYCHIC READING!
Hiya. I wanta psychic reading! I'm a
little worried that anyone who wastes
so much time building a webpage as
crappy as mine needs help. Let me know:
My car currently contains: 3 half-empty
travel mugs full of cold tea. Kickboxing gloves.
Pile of old napkins from Taco Hell,
1 first aid kit the size of a steamer
trunk, 1 rollerblade, 1 FarSide calendar,
1 book on Banzai trees, 3 cans of coconut milk
and the complete score to Vivaldi's "Gloria."
Help? Hrmmmm...I am getting a sense of a life that is "out-of-balance"...but "down-to-earth." I am also getting a reading, something about BOXING... is it "KICK" BOXING, sport of the future? I cannot say at this time. I am also getting a psychic premonition of a building, no, of actually building, as in the verb. Are you a construction worker? Perhaps this is an avenue of employment that would agree with you. I see some sort of bizarre mix of COLD TEA and COLA NUT MILK, no, scratch that, COCONUT MILK swirling around, this could be a new taste sensation that you will devise in the near future while listening to... while listening to I WILL SURVIVE by GLORIA GAYNOR. Now I am seeing a TINY FOREST ... morphing into a set of dainty napkins. Maybe this is a sign that forestry would be a better career choice, maybe not. ---- 1999jan08
Mark Simple is on vacation. While he's away, Colin Maciness has volunteered
to contribute to this ongoing dialogue with the world at large. ---- 1999jan07 This is not a solution. This is a nice little portable web browser machine that costs $500 yet can only be used 500 feet from the "base unit." I don't want to be tied down to a "base unit." I want to go all over the world with my little webpad, pointing at things, surfing Superbad in San Francisco and The Finger in Fresno, wherever, whatever. I would never be lost - I could just pull into a Starbucks, surf some crappy navigation site, and then leave without buying any coffee neener neener. And I would store all my stuff on the web, so I wouldn't have to swim through a paper sea every time I come home. That's how important this machine, this very-close-to-what-I-want-but-not-quite machine is. Very, very important. And it should make ice cream. And kittens that you could just give to strangers. "Here's a kitten," you could say, handing this person or that person a brand-spanking new manufactured kitten. Then, while they're all distracted by the cute little ball of fur, you bump them and take their wallet. I call it the Kitten Of Distraction Webpad Machine And Don't Forget The Ice Cream Port. Oh, and maybe a KEYBOARD [laughing hysterically]. ---- 1999jan02 I have created the Official Cardhouse Song Of 1999. In addition, this song is the basis of the first Official Cardhouse Contest Of 1999 (open to anyone who DOESN'T EVEN KNOW ME). It goes like this. This song is an important hybrid of two very famous songs. You have to tell me the name of each song, who sung 'em, and the dates they were released (the songs, not the people who sang the songs). The first TWO people who answer this correctly get a crappy magazine called "Macros." It's like taking candy from a baby, if I can "coin" a "phrase" here. I mean, I even mention one of the song titles! Look how smart you are, winning free stuff so soon into the new year!
The Stairway of The Edmund Fitzgerald
[melody: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald]
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck
They might have split up or they might have capsized,
[rockin' part]
And as we wind on down the road
[break into disco extravaganza from "MacArthur Park" ---- 1998dec31 Blow me, 1998, you suck-ass [getting a good shoe on 1998, kicking it into the trash]. God I need a drink. Yoo hoo, Bigrig peoples! Who's yer favorite up-n-coming lushmeister? That's right. I am. Gimme drink. GIMME! Stupid YEAR! ---- 1998dec30 I have become a big fan of TUNA FISH SANDWICHES. When I was younger, back in the day, mom served up a stack of tunawiches, oh, I don't know, three, four times a week. Hey, don't get me wrong here, they were good, but after awhile, like anything, you kind of burn out on tuna fish sandwiches, and you don't eat anything even remotely tuna-like save tuna sushi, which is sort of like a micro tuna-fish sandwich, for another two decades. I mean, I don't. Not even most of the major components of a tuna fish sandwich - relish? Sure, maybe once every three years. Mayo - not on your life. Perhaps once in a Pennsylvania Subway when I was suffering from roadtrip lethargy. So one day, I was kicking myself trying to come up with a delightful lunchtime mealplan that somehow didn't involve various quarts of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, and out of like NOWHERE I had this sudden craving for ... that's right ... tuna fish sandwiches. And those darling little cans! How can resist? So here's my secret tuna fish sandwich recipe. TUNA FISH SANDWICHES Ingredients: bread, two cans of tuna fish, mayonnaise, relish. Directions: throw some bread in a toaster. mix up tuna fish, mayonnaise, and relish in a tupperware bowl to taste. throw it on the toast. makes four rockin' tuna fish sandwiches. Tunafish YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH! ---- 1998dec28 Read all of the Mercedes-Benz Fantasy Drive Essay Contest winning essays! God, I think I'm actually going to puke! ---- 1998dec24 Acses is an incredibly smooth online bookstore price comparison website with a stupid name! I found out about via Robot Wisdom Netlog which you should be reading every day or else santa will leave a lump of radioactive rock in your sock this year.
---- 1998dec22
ele é gratuito! use mr. nomono hoje
mesmo como camiseta; tatuagem; logotipo do seu açougue, asilo de
veulinhos, fábrica de gelo ou organização de extrema direita!
---- 1998dec22 ICQ conversation. The_Lorax: I just heard on the radio that there will be some kind of Anthrax Biological attack, perpetrated sometime in July next year, in New York City at Shea stadium. Mark: is it sold out yet? ---- 1998dec21 I am shopping for another domain name for a fun little secret project that will probably never get off the ground because I'm an incompletist bastard. I was hoping to get donut.com, which really has nothing to do with the project but everyone likes donuts and donuts are easy to remember. Donuts! But of course some naming agency snapped that name up THE JERKOFFS. Now I am looking at alternatives like DONUTSINYOURFACE.COM or whatever. So here is a quick rundown of interesting donut-type domains that have nothing to do with your major donut vendors. donutgirl.com - strange, but in a good way. Some photos, and then "products" (including scary '70s PHOTO CUBE) that feature the photos, but no way to purchase said products.
donutworld.com - a producer for Nippon Television Broadcast Network includes a few interviews with Hollywood people, a few projects, and looks through a donut hole on the main page.
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