A creak in the bones

Cripes! I just realized that it was nearly ELEVEN fucking years ago that I heaved forth my first slapdash website onto the unsuspecting masses. It was so long ago, that even the esteemed Internet Archive doesn't have so much as a single snapshot of my unbuttered shit. We didn't have fancy WYSIWYG editors like you snotnose punks have now. In order to post a webpage, we had to fellate an angry mountain gorilla, walk 15 miles to a the nearest FedEx to overnight it to a sweatshop in Indonesia, and wait 4 to 6 weeks for it to be to show up, all the while wondering what that whole gorilla thing was about.

Those were the days, man. My site was named one of the 20 Weirdest Websites of 1996 by a now-defunct magazine, I was interviewed for a couple webzine articles, and two different sections were mentioned in a book called Things on the Net Newt Wouldn't Want You to See. But let's face it--I wasn't clever. Just first.

UPDATE: I found one of the original logo graphics for my old site. Good thing I'm a notorious hoarder of my digital life (and porn!). And in case you're wondering, the swank drunkened cat in the clouds is F. Lee Bailey. Yeah, I don't know why, either.