Posted on by mwhybark

10k

Sometime this weekend, someone will be the 10,000th visitor to this site.

If it’s you, take a screenshot.
I can associate IP address and reverse domain info with the specific visitor so even in the event of apparent multiple 10,000th visitors, I’ll be able figure it out.

The winner will be offerred the choice of one three sumptuous prize packages constructed around the following themes:

  • Piles of computer junk and spare parts I have lying around! Actual functioning items may be included!
  • Duplicates of comic books in my copious collection!
  • Dot-com detritus! What miscellaneous marketing material can I come up with from the high-water mark of the greatest gimcrack boondoggle ever seen?

Thank you, and keep your eyes on the skies!

Posted on by mwhybark

Weasel #5

Master_SiteArticle283581.jpgOriginally posted September 10, 2002. Excerpted from Cinescape online. Click pic for full review.

Let me just say this: Canadian clown porn. But don’t get worked up; if that excites you, I want you to put the review down, and walk backwards out of the room. Keep your hands to your sides, where I can see them. Good. Now, shut the door. Anyone out there under eighteen? Why don’t you go out the window so you don’t have to deal with that person we just chased out the door.

Great. Now it’s just us stable, mature adults, those of us with a firm grasp of our own neuroses and horrific fascinations, right? Great. Great. OK, here’s the deal: Dave Cooper is a genius. He is utterly fascinated with making you, dear reader, squirm. But it’s not the good clean fun of Steven King, or even of Bret Easton Ellis: no blood, no gore, no dead people. Just us, and our society’s confused messages about sex and sexuality. And it’s icky.