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Hello, welcome to my interweb homestead. This is a place where toasters
run free and hippos climb trees. Read what you want. Ignore what you don't. Laugh,
cry, and tickle some nuns while you're at it. They won't mind. Throw a stinky
old sock in the stinky old well, and all your dreams might come true (depending
upon the humidity level). Beware of the garden gnomes lurking in (almost) every
shadow. They're waiting for their chance to climb on your head and do a jig. All
in all, it behooves you to have some weird fun, and think some weird thoughts.
If you don't, the ground will open and an army of polka dot penguins will spew
forth and eat up all the fish. And then they'll die of mercury poisoning, and
then you'll feel guilty. Oh so guilty. |
  
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