Only the creme de la weird will end up here. At least, that's the plan. Who know? If I stumble upon enlightenment, this thing could morph into something else.
This whole operation, which no one will see!, is not intended to cause anyone distress, unless they happen to be dopes. Even then, no harm intended.
All are welcome: glue sniffers, gasoline huffers, bank tellers, people who've lost touch with reality, employees of the New Haven Register, dogs intelligent enough to type, people with imaginary diseases, boring people, people who like to make paper airplanes, people with collections of any sort.
The only things not welcome here are squirrels. Fortiunately, as of now, few squirrels have computers.
