Let's Eat Paste

Public Service Announcement

2007-08-14T21:19:00.000-07:00

FYI... In case you are bleary-eyed and confusable some morning, you should take note that this is not, in fact, toothpaste.

Slash City

2007-06-09T10:31:00.000-07:00

We spent two nights in Derry, officially known as Londonderry, depending on if you are a Republican or Unionist. A lot of the road signs even refer to it as "Derry/Londonderry." When we were touring George Lowden's guitar making shop, he told us that they often refer to it as "Slash City" because of the /.

U2 wrote the song Sunday Bloody Sunday about a tragic event that happened in this town where British soldiers fired on some protesters. As we were walking from our hotel to the bridge across the Foyle River into the city, we walked a bit with an older gentleman who was actually on a boat on the Foyle when the shooting and rioting broke out.

The city center is surrounded by a wall, though the town has expanded far past the walls. The walls were built in 1618 and have never been penetrated.

Here's my wife modeling her star-studded USA flag belt, purchased at a Salvation Army in Londonderry earlier in the day... It was the only suitable belt they had there, the ladies working there thought it was pretty funny.

The city is rich in history, but I wouldn't necessarily recommend spending much time there as a tourist. We were surprised at how trashy the city was, garbage and graffiti everywhere. In the city we walked past a heavy steel door that was just covered with graffiti, even graffiti over other graffiti... I looked up and saw that it was the entry to the motor vehicle licensing office. I'm glad we went, but it was still sort of a depressing place.

More photos of Inch Abbey

2007-05-30T05:54:00.000-07:00

Inch Abbey lol

2007-05-29T11:10:00.000-07:00

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

This picture was taken at the ruins of Inch Abbey in County Down, Northern Ireland. The ruins of this monastery are over 1000 years old. In the distance across the water you can see the Down Cathedral, where St. Patrick was buried (at least part of him). I was taking this photo from the nearby cemetery and this cat was perched on the stone wall. I almost shoo'd it away, but thought it'd be a fun odd thing in the picture. After a while, we talked to a mother and daughter who were out walking their dog near the cemetery. It turns out they come twice a day to feed the cat, his name's Gravy. He's lived at Inch Abbey for about four years. He feeds at the same spot on the cemetery wall every day.

Two souls are pasted together as one

2007-03-06T09:14:00.000-08:00

Breaking news...

Last week, Monday, February 26 to be exact, Joy and I were married at Saul Church in Northern Ireland.

More details on the wedding and the honeymoon to follow over the next few days.

My favorite local TV commercial

2006-07-31T15:01:00.000-07:00

I decided to post this after reading through the advertising trade secrets that Todd W wrote about on his Cavalcade of Whimsy.

Here are just a few of the many things I've observed in this ad:
1.) In contrast to most used car lot commercials with the screaming megaphone guy, this ad has only six calmly spoken words of dialogue.

2.) It illustrates that monkeys and bananas are natural enemies.

3.) Monkeys are trying to help the homeless by giving them sandwiches, while protecting them from bananas.

4.) Towards the end of the commercial, you can see the banana start to slow down, as if he thought the scene was over. This was probably the twenty-seventh take and the banana was worn out and just didn't have the energy.

5.) The record needle scratch sound effect, indicating that things are suddenly not as they seem.

6.) I feel like buying an automobile, so that the homeless may eat.

Tag

2006-06-26T18:22:00.000-07:00

Melty

2006-06-14T07:37:00.000-07:00

On most weekdays, I drive a 1990 Dodge Caravan that my grandpa gave me a couple years ago. It saves miles and wear and tear on my 1995 Toyota Camry, which I plan to drive to about 1,000,000 miles. As a result, the Camry can sit out in front of my house untouched for days on end.

Here's what happens when you leave your favorite cd in the front seat of a closed up car for several days during an Arkansas summer.

What's funny is that I actually used to have an extra copy of this CD, and gave it away a couple months ago.

You can't handle this

2006-06-10T18:39:00.000-07:00

Remember when I used to post stuff on my blog? Yeah me, too. Those were good times.

I've been working the crazy shift at work, which has meant working till at least midnight every night for the last couple weeks, and also regular office hours, all at the same job.

I woke up at about 5:30am on Thursday, I was actually stressing about Autocad details in my dreams. I decided then and there that I needed to get out, get some fresh air, a change of scenery, and focus my eyes on something further than my computer monitor. I decided to go for a bike ride.

I used to spend all my spare time on a bicycle, but I haven't ridden very much at all since college, especially in recent years. So I pulled my Jamis Diablo mountain bike down from the hook, aired up the tires and took my out of shape body for a spin. It felt great, I'd forgotten how much fun it is to ride. I decided to ride out to where my special lady friend is house sitting, though I wasn't going to wake her at 6am. I was just about to her street when all of a sudden the right side handlebar snapped off completely, sending me to the pavement. I scraped up my knee and I think I pulled or bruised a muscle on the heel of my left hand. I ended up riding it back one handed, with my right hand working the brake and shifting on the broken handlebar. I don't know how I did that, because right now I can't even use my left hand to turn the door knob to get into my house. I guess that's what I get for naming my bike after the devil. And exercising.

Oh, and I just realized I got a flat tire as well.

To top it off, I went into work at 7am on Thursday and worked straight through the day and night until 2pm on Friday afternoon.

Anyway, the reason the handlebars broke was because in previous years I was quite the X-treme cyclist, riding skateparks and jumping over cars and whatnot with my mountain bike. Well, I made up the thing about the cars. This is actually the second time I've done this, though. The other time was in college when I was trying to pull off a 360 on a little jump we made behind the maintenance building.

If I get ambitious, I'll scan and post some pictures from my more X-treme dayz.

Top Ten Random Funny Facts about Chuck Norris

2006-05-08T08:04:00.000-07:00

1. Chuck Norris was born on March 10, 1940 in Ryan, Oklahoma.

2. Chuck Norris played the lead role in a television show called Walker, Texas Ranger from 1993 to 2001.

3. Chuck Norris won the World Professional MiddleWeight Karate championships in 1968 and held that title until he retired it in 1974.

4. Chuck Norris starred in the movie Sidekicks in 1992.

5. As a hobby, Chuck Norris races powerboats at speeds up to 140mph, and once broke a record by driving a 38-foot Scarab across the Great Lakes from Detroit to Chicago.

6. Chuck Norris published his autobiography in 1988.

7. Chuck Norris has involved his brother Aaron and his sons Eric and Mike in directing, writing, and producing Walker, Texas Ranger.

8. Chuck Norris is involved with a number of good causes, including the Make-a-Wish Foundation, United Way, and the Veterans Administration.

9. Chuck Norris is half-Irish and half-Cherokee.

10. Chuck Norris joined the United Stated Air Force in 1958 and served in South Korea, which is where he developed his interest in the martial arts.

Which one is your favorite? Make up your own! Post it in the comments!

A Christmas Rerun

2005-12-07T10:48:00.000-08:00

I sincerely apologize for the lack of posts everybody, I've been getting pre-empted by baseball. One day I'll be empted.

In the meantime, enjoy this special Christmas message from one of my very first blog posts.

Notice there is no "P" in my blog's "_opularity"...

2005-10-13T06:18:00.000-07:00

Let's keep it that way. Oh, wait, there's still one. You know what I mean.

Thanks to Google's image search, people searching for "pee in public" and "how men pee" account for about 70% of the hits on this blog. I'm no math whiz but that makes this photo from an earlier post the #1 reason people come to my blog.

ROCK CONCERT - Sufjan and Wilco

2005-09-26T19:03:00.000-07:00

"But I want to go to the Rock Concert!"

Or something like that. Joy-Z will have to correct me if I'm wrong on that quote.

Last week, I was able to go to two rock shows in a row. Sufjan Stevens played on Wednesday in Lawrence, KS at The Bottleneck. And then Wilco played at Cain's Ballroom in Tulsa.

The following anecdote will probably only seem funny to me, but I'm going to type it anyway. We all know I've run out of things to write about anyway.

I rode to the concert with my friends Casey, Traci, and Vance. Casey and Traci were in the front seat and Vance and I were in the backseat, I was riding on the passenger side. About forty minutes outside of Lawrence, traffic slowed to a crawl for some reason. After a while, three fellows got out of an SUV a couple cars ahead and walked off the interstate down a hill to some trees where they could relieve themselves. Traffic started moving a bit, so by the time they were done, their car had moved up quite a ways. They started walking, then jogging back to their car. As they jogged by our car, I rolled down my window and stuck my finger (index) into the air and started yelling "Woo hoo! Number one! Woo woo, Number One!" The first two guys looked confused and maybe a little nervous, but I think the last guy caught on.

We had dinner at a nice brew pub in downtown Lawrence, which turned out to be a pretty neat town. I left my fellow travelers a little early at dinner so I could be sure to catch Liz Janes, who was opening for Sufjan Stevens. I had seen her open for Sufjan last summer, along with the amazing Joanna Newsom, in San Diego. She started off accompanying herself with a ukulele, and then gradually her band joined her on stage. Sufjan was her drummer, and the rest of the band was made of other "Illinoisemakers," Sufjan's band.

Not from the show I attended...

So Sufjan Stevens and the Illinoisemakers came out all pumped up and cheering, dressed as an Illinois cheerleader/pep squad. The opening song was the 50 States song, with the chorus "It's part of the act, the 50 states, pack up your bags, it's never too late" and they mention every state and say a little phrase about it. Everyone laughed when he sang, "... go to Nebraska, there's nothing to do." This song can be heard on this concert recording from Toronto. They would often do coreographed cheers between songs, which was very fun and it kind of broke the pretension found at many indie-minded shows. The people that make up his band are extremely versatile, and they were constantly switching around instruments. At one point, I noticed the banjo player playing banjo at the beginning of a song, then picking up a trombone to play a horn part, then playing banjo again.

Almost all of the material was from his newest album, "Come On! Feel The Illinoise!" He played only one song from Seven Swans and for an encore he came back out by himself and played the song Romulus from the Michigan album, and the crowd was hushed. That's probably my favorite Sufjan song ever, so that was a treat for me.

If you're not familiar with Sufjan's stuff, Illinois is his second effort in the 50 States Project, which entails recording an album for each state. his first state project was Greetings From Michigan, which is still probably my favorite of his albums.

I have a feeling there would have been a longer set and more encore songs, but this was by far the hottest concert I've ever attended. It was crazy, and we were even standing in the back where it wasn't quite as crowded. It was a sold out show, so I know they were packed to capacity, but there must have been something wrong with the AC or something.

At the show I acquired what is likely to be a rare Superman edition of the vinyl LP version of Illinois. They had covered Superman with a balloon sticker. Earlier this summer they almost had a recall of the CDs because they hadn't licensed the image of Superman with DC comics, so all the newly pressed ones have that image removed.

We rolled back into Siloam at about 4:30am. Luckily, I had the day off from work, so I got a decent amount of sleep before I got up and prepared to head to Tulsa for the Wilco show Thursday night.

I had yummy homemade pizza with my friends Stephen and Joy-Z in Tulsa, and then we headed out to Cain's Ballroom.

Cain's is my favorite place to see a show these days. A few years ago they renovated it back to it's original state as a western swing joint, "Home of Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys." Jeff Tweedy complimented it several times during the show.

I don't have a whole lot to say about Wilco, except that they are one of the tightest bands I have ever seen, and it's amazing how they reinvent their songs in a live setting. They leaned pretty heavily on material from A Ghost is Born though they played a wide variety of material, including a couple tunes from the Woody Guthrie Mermaid Ave tribute albums. They played two long encores, and closed with a cover of Bob Dylan's "I Shall Be Released."

So that was my Rock Concert excitement, hopefully that was sufficiently coherent.

Clean up... and up!

2005-09-16T20:35:00.000-07:00

This upcoming week is Cleanup Week in Siloam Springs. That means that all week the city will pickup old furniture, appliances, etc... for free. The rest of the year you have to pay for them to pick up stuff like that.

I bought the house I'm in now about five years ago, and I like it here. Whoever used to live here did some kind of screwy things, though. One feature I kind of hated about the house is that it had built in desks in the bedrooms upstairs. This wouldn't be too bad, but they're kind of crappily built, and they're not big enough for a non-flat screen computer monitor. I tore out one of them last year. That one was in the bedroom that I turned into my guitarmaking shop. In order to help the town celebrate Cleanup Week, I decided to tear out the desks in the other two rooms.

Here's the aftermath of the second one I took out.

There's a few things that are dumb about this desk. The genius woodworker that installed it used nails instead of screws to attach it to the wall. This means you have to tear the drywall up and pretty much destroy the desk to remove it. If he'd used screws, I could have taken it all as one piece instead of board by board. I'm going to have to patch a bunch of drywall. Also, there's an area with no carpet now, since they installed the carpet around the desk.

Another dumb thing is the built-in ladder that you can see in the photo. It goes to the attic, but the entrance in the ceiling is only about 24" by 24" or so. So it's impossible to put any large-ish boxes up there. Of course, who would ever want to put boxes in an attic?

Here's the interesting part. I bet you didn't think there was going to be an interesting part. When I pulled out the desk drawers, I found bits of a torn up photo, a small bag of white powder, and a bottle wrapped in electrical tape.

I think the picture was just there as a result of falling out of a stuffed desk drawer, but the bag and bottle were definitely there on purpose. Now I'm an innocent cornfed Nebraska boy, so I don't have a clue about this stuff at all. The bottle is made of glass and has some sort of metal nozzle or something stuck in the top. Then the whole thing was wrapped with electrical tape, apparently to hold the nozzle in and seal it to the bottle.

I almost took the powder to the police just out of curiosity to see what it is, but I didn't really want to waste their time. I've been in this house for five years, and it was empty a year before that, so it's not like they would be able to bust anyone. So I flushed it. I should have called the police, and then when they knocked on the door I could have scrambled to the bathroom and flushed it like they do in the movies and on Cops.

Anyway, I feel dumb for asking. Does anyone want to hazard a guess on what it was based on the bottle/nozzle thing?

Wurl'd Peace

2005-09-10T10:05:00.000-07:00

I have a bad habit. I guess it's really just more of a habit, it's not so bad. I like to buy instruments that I don't know how to play, just because I think they're cool and I like having the instruments around. It's part of my neverending quest to be mediocre at many different things. It also explains the banjo, accordians, mandolin, and other instruments that are littered throughout my home. I'm terrible at playing all of them.

Here's the latest, it arrived a couple days ago from Texas. It's a late 60's Wurlitzer electric piano, an EP-200 to be exact. It's not a synthesizer, it has a real piano mechanism inside. Instead of hitting a string, it hits a little metal bar, and there's a pickup that amplifies that vibrating bar, kind of like an electric guitar pickup. It can be quietly heard even when it's not plugged in. It has a really cool jazzy sort of sound to it. Or at least it would if someone played cool and jazzy things on it. It needs quite a bit of work to get it fully functional.

As a little kid, I loved dinking around on the piano and playing things by ear, figuring out melodies and whatnot. My debut was at AWANA when I was five. AWANA is kind of like Boy Scouts except you memorize Bible verses and play games instead of learning to tie knots and start fires, and also there are girls. So there was a talent show, and at the end they asked if anyone had any other talents to share in front of everyone. I have no recollection of this, but apparently I stood up very quickly and announced that I was going to play Joy to the World on the piano. And I got up and did it, single note style as I had learned to play by ear at home. It's easy because the first line is just descending note by note for an octave, all white keys, C-B-A-G-F-E-D-C. It's weird hearing people tell me that story, because I've always thought I was naturally an introvert. Maybe the problem was that I hadn't heard of the Myers Briggs test, so I didn't know how to act like an INTP yet.

I'm also told that when I was five or six years old, I almost convinced my Sunday School teacher that I was adopted. So apparently, I was a show-off and a liar.

When I was nine or ten, I was told that I had to take piano lessons for two years no matter what, but after that I could quit. Even while I kind of enjoyed playing the piano, I hated the lessons. My mom got my sister and I these cool piano books that had a bunch of popular songs like Eye of the Tiger or a bunch of TV show theme songs like Cheers or Hill Street Blues. My favorite was the theme to Young and the Restless because it always got a laugh. The piano teacher was very rigid and traditional, and I suspect she didn't want me playing such drivel. She totally sucked the joy out of those songs by making me play it precisely as written which just didn't quite sound like the actual songs.

My worst piano lesson memory didn't involve the piano at all. I usually rode my bike to the teacher's house, which involved riding across the schoolyard at Laura Dodge Elementary. One winter day I was riding past the playground and there were some older kids up to no good. As I passed they started chucking snowballs at me and I almost fell off the bike (a sweet blue Murray BMX bike with yellow pads). I was so shaken up by the time I got to the teacher's house that I couldn't do a piano lesson and just had her call my mom to come pick me up. I think I secretly liked having an excuse (although the trauma was very real at the time) not to have to take the lesson. I bet the boys wouldn't have thrown snowballs at me if I had stopped and explained that I was an orphaned piano prodigy, then they wouldn't have hassled me.

And that's how come I bought an electric piano.

Tripping

2005-09-05T18:01:00.000-07:00

I've got three things working against me in this post about my road trip:
1.) I'm not one of those people that thinks to carry around a camera everywhere to take interesting pictures.
2.) Road trip stories are only good when they involve going with other people. Since I can pretty much do whatever I feel like, there's no conflict. Conflict is a major part of good storytelling.
3.) I'm not very good at vacation.

So I'll just post some photos I have with a few comments.

The first day I drove to Springfield, Illinois.

Thanks to Motel 6 and Hardee's, I was able to keep my budget for the night at under $40.

I saw some fire so I took a picture.

A bridge too far.

Working on vacation sucks. The joke's on them, though, as I wasn't very productive. I had my days free since the class was at night, but I mainly sat in my hotel room and read and took naps when I wasn't working. This doesn't make for good vacation stories, but it makes a nice vacation. Plus, it was too dang hot out. I was reading Traveling Mercies by Anne Lamott.

This is the shop where I took the guitar finishing class. There was only one other person in the class, so it was basically the three of us sitting around that workbench learning stuff. We weren't allowed to take pictures for security reasons, this is lifted from their website.

After Chicago, I went to Dover, Ohio to visit some friends. This is me and my fan club in Ohio. I'm a gentle giant.

This is my sweet ride parked in front of one of the finer Motel 6's at which I've ever stayed. It's plain to see that I enjoy the finer things in life. This was in Missouri on the way home from Ohio.

This photo would be much funnier if I would have gotten the camera out in time to get the Motel 6 that was right before the Hotel 7. My guess is that the Hotel 7 is an empty shell of a building and is only there for joking purposes.

You can see why it took me two months to get this posted. [cough]

The Listener

2005-07-29T13:10:00.000-07:00

Nope, this isn't my road trip post. I haven't felt inspired to write that one yet. Actually, I'm just building up the anticipation. What's that one showbiz motto? "Always leave them wanting something else." That sounds about right.

In the meantime, if you enjoy the Raps Music and the Hip-Hops, check out some tracks by The Listener, his new album Ozark Empire got a lot of airtime on my road trip. You can listen to some tracks here. In particular I enjoy "When No One Else Will Be Your Friend I Will Do the Job."

My favorite song title on the album is "I've Been Waiting For This Moment For All My Life, Hold On" and I've been trying to drop that sentence into everyday conversation as much as possible. That's gotta be the first time a rapper has referenced Phil Collins.

boondogs

2005-07-18T13:35:00.000-07:00

I'll be posting a short synopsis of my recent trip to Chicago and Ohio in the next day or two.

In the meantime, I wanted to point out that the boondogs are streaming their new album. There's also a free EP for download on the music page.

Fun Facts About Letseatpaste

2005-07-04T18:45:00.000-07:00

I sleep on the floor without a mattress. On purpose. The one bed in my house is in the guest room.

When I was 5 years old, we took a trip to Florida and Marlin Perkins was on the plane. He was the host of Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom.

When I was 2 years old, I jumped out of a shopping cart and landed on my head, fracturing my skull. I'm probably why they put seatbelts on those now.

When I was in high school I spent all my spare time riding a BMX bike, and being rad in general.

I used to play with Legos, a lot.

Once, in high school, I was walking under a stairwell/balcony thing and someone dumped out a bottle of cologne on me.

I once got two strikes in a row bowling backwards.

In 7th grade music class, the teacher challenged us to guess what song she was playing on the piano. She just kept playing one note over and over in a steady beat, and I guessed it correctly. The song was Eye of the Tiger. I knew it because I was playing that for piano lessons.

I once threw an aerobie (kind of like a frisbee, but it's a ring) about 200-250 feet and it landed ringing around an antenna of an RV out in the middle of a field, not on purpose.

Hackey sack is my favorite sport. I still have a hackey sack that was given to me for my birthday when I was in the sixth grade.

I can do the Pillsbury Doughboy laugh pretty well.

I never saw any Star Wars movie until long after they were popular. I probably didn't see the first one till after Return of the Jedi was out.

I own two accordions. It's always a good idea to have a spare.

When I was in the very dorkiest stage of my teenage years, with bad acne, bad thick glasses, bad hair and bad braces in full effect... On a family vacation, we stopped at a very busy Dairy Queen and I ordered a Blizzard with Nerds candy mixed into it. When it was ready, the DQ girl yelled "Nerd!", and I walked up to get it and everyone was laughing. My family was laughing the hardest.

When I was 3 years old, I tossed my favorite toy motorcycle into the alligator display pond at the zoo. My dad fished it out through the fence with a stick.

A couple years ago, I wrote a "fan letter" to Fabio telling him I thought he did a great job in the "I Can't Believe It's Butter" commercials. It was returned unopened and I sent it to my friend Jim who has long hair.

The minivan I own now is the second one I've owned in my life. I'm single, with no kids. And super cool.

Coming to Terms with Searching

2005-06-28T14:06:00.000-07:00

I should have been keeping track longer so I could have a better post about it. Today it made me laugh when I saw that someone found my site by searching for "robot emotion." I'm sure they found exactly what they were looking for in this old post.

Some other search terms:
"Why am i so lame"

"how do spider eat"

"las vegas graveyard"

"steak eating challenge"

"shoes from gadzooks"

I hope the guy wondering why he was so lame felt a little better about himself after visiting my blog.

Spider, man.

2005-06-01T06:49:00.000-07:00

This morning I woke up, like I do nearly every morning. I sat down for a second to check email and then tossed my white t-shirt into the laundry basket as I was about to jump in the shower, like I do nearly every morning. As it was hanging over the edge of the basket, I noticed a dark spot on the tail end of the shirt (I know what you're thinking, and no, it's not that). There was a smashed spider on the tail end of the shirt. I thought maybe I had sat on it this morning as I checked my email when I first got up. So I grabbed a tissue to wipe it off and it was dry and encrusted on there as if it'd been like that for a few hours ore more. It was probably about to kill me in my sleep, and then I rolled over on it. Story of my life.

Alive

2005-04-28T06:55:00.000-07:00

Sorry about the lack of posts. Nothing funny or interesting has happened to me. I just wanted to post this to let you know that...

Iiii-eeee-iii, ooooohhhhhh-ohhhhhh, I'm still alive.

Ahh, sweet early 90's.

I am a Liar - Corrections and Misprints

2005-04-09T11:58:00.000-07:00

Some of you may remember this post. In it I claimed to have won third place for an essay contest and complained about having to go the awards ceremony. Well, it turns out that I was lying. I only got an honorable mention. Now I'm trying to figure out how my mom could have conned me into sitting through some awards ceremony for a mere honorable mention. This week while I was at my parents house, I found the trophy that I won for my brilliant essay.

And no, I'm not standing naked in the background, so don't bother looking in the reflection.

Mixed Bag

2005-03-23T17:50:00.000-08:00

Hey there. So, geez, how long has it been? Well, you look great, looks like you've been taking care of yourself. Me? Oh same old same old, you know the drill.

I had the longest workday ever this weekend. I worked from noon till 2am on Saturday, but that's not it. I skipped church Sunday morning, came in to work at 9am, and I worked straight through until 5:30pm on Monday. That's a 32-1/2 hour stretch, including a one-hour lunch break on Sunday and a one-hour lunch break on Monday. It was a big drafting/engineering project, and for the record it did get done on Monday when it was due.

The sad thing is, the drawings will likely sit on someone's desk for a week. The really sad thing is that the all-nighter is all my fault because I'm the hugest procrastinator ever and I underestimated what it would take to finish the job. Self-employment and bad procrastination habits do not comfortably mix well. At first they do, but it gets worse.

On the plus side, last week I wasted valuable time driving to Oklahoma City to see the band Clem Snide play. It was very awesome. One of the guy played the banjo with a bow. It's too bad noone was there, only 40 or so people.

Well, I should probably let you go, I'm sure you're busy these days. It was nice to catch up with you. We should definitely get together sometime, I'll give you a call.

Remnants of a Web Page

2005-03-10T08:09:00.001-08:00

So, you think I don't update this page very often? Here is my first ever website that I think I've touched once since the day I made it, about 6 years ago if I remember correctly. It is a website dedicated to celebrating a good work ethic.

None of the links work, they never did, which was part of the joke. It is a good example of what happens to a website when you abandon it to fend for itself on a free webhosting site. It started off with one small Prohosting banner at the bottom of the page.

http://thunder.prohosting.com/~toolboy/

FYI, when viewing it in Mozilla, I had to scroll way to the right to see the main picture.