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Prototype Project

Judy Roger's
Sarcastic Pantyraid 2000


The Martyrdom
of Magoo
#1 - #2

My meeting with
#1 - #2


Arp Xigar's
Malevolent Bovine



The short life and lingering death of
The Scene Magazine

Speak to me

9.1 y2k _ # s i x

This edition is humbly dedicated to the second syllable of all seven-syllable words.

Welcome to the latest manifestation of the website. Hope you like it. The kaleidoscopic nature of this week's journal entry is due, no doubt, to a slow recovery from my participation in the Judy Roger's Sarcastic Pantyraid 2000. I came home from the event dirty, smelly, sunburnt, scraped up, with a sore back, aching feet, a pounding head from barley abuse, hallucinating from lack of sleep, my hair matted like that guy who sits in front of the downtown library, sand and dust in all of my belongings and no money in my pocket. Good time.

"I just go back and forth like this all day. To the coconut tree, to the brick pile, back and forth. Sometimes I can carry one thousand bricks a day. Some days eight hundred, or five hundred. I work seven days a week, everyday."
Rombha Kumari, Brick Carrier
interviewed and translated from Bengali by WORD Magazine

Not more exciting then watching corn grow, but...

Since we've last spoken: A wonderful, new alternative rag has hit the streets of Spokane. I have nothing but praise for The Local Planet -- an attractive format, intelligently written, interesting topics. Okay, there is one thing: they ripped hard on Stacey Cowles' Spokesman-Review for printing a full page ad for Stacy's and sister Betsy's Riverpark Square, sarcastically asking to see the invoice, and suggesting that it was a freebee (which editor Chris Peck later adamantly denied). Mitch, Connye, what if someone asked to see the invoices for all of those Local Planet computer ads? Hmm?

Just to show I still love you: LocalPlanetites, the ad at the top of this journal is yours next issue, if you want it -- no charge. Suggested copy: Hey, why ya readin' this crap when you could be reading The Local Planet? Click here to escape. Then I'll link to your website. Whadaya think?

Many forms of hate ran rampant at Coeur 'd Alene's neo-Nazi parade. From Troika magazine.

"God may send a man good meate, but the devyll sende an evyll cooke."
A Boke of Gode Cookery
A compilation of Medieval recipes from authentic sources adapted for the 21st century kitchen, along with diverse facts on food & feasting in the Middle Ages & Renaissance and other historical culinary items.

I haven't heard anything from Magoo lately, but he continues to e-mail me unusual links. He's obviously trying to tell me something. But what? The links:
Toad Licking - Toad Species - Toad Image
More on Toad Licking

In his new book, The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Physics, British physicist Julian Barbour asserts that time simply doesn't exist, and there's no such thing as motion either. Instead, Barbour sees a universe filled with static instants -- instants that contain "records" that fool any conscious beings into believing that things have moved and time has passed. See A Question of Time, an essay from Feed.

The History of Timekeeping

Two physicists bump into each other and one says, "Hey, I just lost an electron." The other says, "Are you sure?" The first replies, "Yes, I'm positive."

Is this art? I think so, even though I formed that opinion before I realized that it is not, as I first thought, an abstract painting -- it's an architect's plan for a walkway. (Do click the image for a larger version.)

This is an architect's plan for a walkway.

So, who do you think Al Gore's number one advisor will be? Need a Tip?

From a Libertarian Party newsletter bemoaning a new Ohio state law requiring a five-day waiting period for buying beer (really!): "How Lowenbrau can politicians go?" and, " everywhere will be sadder, Budweiser," and "this kind of "Nanny State" regulation just Foster's more disrespect for the law," and, "Even the most Mooseheaded politician admits these laws will have little effect," and, "It shouldn't take a Pabst Blue Ribbon panel to figure that out," and, "This is a Busch-league law, and it needs to be repealed," and (phew!) finally, "This is a Molsen Golden opportunity for Ohio residents to stand up for liberty."

LeftLean: Candidate Nader: What makes Ralph run? From MotherJones.

"Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?"
--- George W. Bush

Coming to Stik Mann's OtherSpokane in the months ahead: my son and I are taking a trip to Mexico City. From points south of the border, I'll be posting updates on this website as often as possible. Tentative departure time: December.

Don't miss the Cyber-Toaster Museum. Everything you need to know about toast and toasters. Fascinating!

Following is an e-mail I sent to Doug Clark, Spokesman-Review columnist, after witnessing a performance of his band The Trailer Park Girls:

Mr. Clark,

Being an avid, amateur photographer, I'm cursed to dwell on photos I missed because I didn't have my camera. One such event occured earlier tonight at the Trailer Park Girls concert in front of the Arts at Work museum, during the Live at Five shindig, downtown.

The photo: You at the right side of the frame, facing left, head cocked back, eyes closed, mouth howling, your right hand a blur on the guitar. On the left side of the frame, a blur of an elderly lady in a gaudy blue dress and a snooty little hat, rushing into the museum with her head lowered and her fingers stuck in her ears up to the second knuckle.

Clark replied:

Here's the rest of the story: I'm told the woman went in the art gallery and ate almost all of the little smokies and then complimented the gallery on having the best food in the whole live after five. If I had her name I'd try and hire her to model our T-shirts.

"If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he comes next to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination."
--- Thomas De Quincey

Accept it, dude: there are no authentic, nude photos of Britney Spears on the internet. (Although, there are some bizarre "retouched" sites -- you know, Britney's head on Wallula Longthroat's contorted body being serviced by 30-year-old men dressed up like Eagle Scout Troop 112.)

In one of the largest product-liability rulings in U.S. history, the Hershey Foods Corporation was ordered by a Pennsylvania jury Monday to pay $135 billion in restitution fees to 900,000 obese Americans who for years consumed the company's fattening snack foods.
Bullpucky from The Onion

My friend, dewD, attempted to create his own urban legend. (For some insight into his odd sense of humor, see his participation in the Judy Roger's Sarcastic Pantyraid 2000, or view The Corp. of Engineers, man.)

A Study on the Effects of Celery on Loose Elastic: a collection of 1950s pin-ups by Art Frahm featuring women carrying celery whose panties have fallen down in public.

Experts debate: What is Consciousness? from Closer To Truth.

Hey, I wonder if anyone has thought of making Shroud of Turin wrapping paper for Christmas. Think it would sell?

It is absolutely essential for our political leaders to defend...bombing because if Americans can be induced to accept that, then they can accept any war, any means, so long as the warmakers can supply a reason. The Bombs of August from The Progressive

"I constantly saw the false and the bad,
and finally the absurd and the senseless,
standing in universal admiration and honour...."

--- Schopenhauer

Descartes goes into a bar and one of his pals greets him with "Bonjour, Réné, how about a beer?" To which the philosopher replies, "I think not," and promptly vanishes into thin air.

Chuck De Bruin's lead from an article in Nickel Nik's Eye on Sports & Recreation: If Bonnie Gebhard from Spokane had been the only person entered in "The Big One" Chinook Salmon Derby on Sunday, Aug. 5, she would have earned the $500 prize for the biggest fish of the day. If Bonnie Gebhard and I had been the only people entered in the derby on Sunday, Aug. 6, we would have taken the top two cash awards for biggest fish. However, there were hundreds of other anglers fishing the derby on those days, and many of them caught salmon much larger than those caught by Ms. Gebhard and me.

Things are getting bad when a guy can't have a good time by simply popping a Bud and watching his neighbor mow his lawn
Hedonism or Bust from SpinTechMag.

"Civilizations have ended in blood and even tears. Ours may be the first to end in moronic laughter."
--- Don Feder

Next issue: 9.15 y2k

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