Yeah, the signs are kind
of a formality. In all honesty, this site is not very high on my list of
priorities. It really hasn’t been since I opened it, but you could
probably tell that from the relative lack of updates after the first month or
so. Honestly, this Tripod site is more useful to me as file hosting than as
anything else. Nobody comes here. Nobody’s gonna come here. Seriously –
how the heck did you find this place?
Are you really that bored? Or did I
forget to remove all the links to this place, planting the insidious seeds of false
hope in your mind that you might possibly come here and find a unique and
interesting webpage that gets updated on a regular basis? Because
if so, I’m a jerk. Heh. That
makes me laugh.
If you must hunt me down on the interwebs, you can find me on MySpace informing
the annoying little high schoolers that nobody cares that you had fun at the <insert
crappy alt-rock band name here> concert last night, nobody wants to see the
poorly-taken pictures of you and your unattractive friends, and maybe your girlfriend really dumped you because you’re a
whiny loser with no purpose in life who wears eyeliner and listens to crappy
alt-rock bands. I consider it a public service opportunity.
Or, if you’re desperate
to get in touch even though I don’t know you and/or trust you well enough
to give you my cell number, you can just email me at captain_sammitch@hotmail.com and
pray that I’ll have time to read your electronically-transmitted pearls
of wisdom and perhaps even respond someday.
I really can’t say
much more. Or else I’m just feeling too lazy to. So I’ll let these
guys explain, in Engrish liting:
Peace.
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