the Seeker's Mindless Blather	theSeeker...known to mortal men as the strongest, fastest, smartest, most invisible cyber-stalk--er...I mean, searcher on the internet (or so he claims) Never been here? Read these IMPORTANT QUESTIONS: Why don't you capitalize and whats with the punctuation? How do I navigate this confusing bit of whoforah? What does "whoforah" mean and how do you pronounce it?	STAIRWAY TO NOWHERE ::?:: ::who:: ::what:: ::where:: ::when:: ::how:: ::why:: ::email:: ::legal:: A Gizmotech Production, in association with the ezine.
	[home] summeries(::?::): [me] [blogger watch] [daily drivel] [quoting the obvious] stuff: [gooey stuff] [other goo] [almost goo] [special words] ::More:: things:[my online status] [error 404] [forbidden] [previous status] [the "i'm really bored with your page, just take me to the webrings" link] Pictures: [me] [another me] [close up] Poetry: [TEMPORARILY DISABLED] This neat little gadget i've embedded in my page automatically gives my online status, and whether you can contact me by IM. Currently my online status is: I'm online, you just can't see me because I'm invisible (bullet-proof, too). You could try to contact me by IM, but you won't; I'm ignoring you. Rings: « webloggers »	Blatherous Entries: This site has not been updated in a long time and probably will become a part of another useless site elsewhere some other day. If you are disappointed, you can always email me. But don't be offended when I send back a form later that says "Get a life, you freak!" My apologies, but suddenly my home grown archiving and auto linking program is no longer parsing Blogger entries correctly. So everything appears to have disappeared. It really hasn't. It's just else where. I'm too busy to fix it right now. Just go read the Blog here.
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Copyright © 2000 Michael W Webb as theSeeker. This site is full of shit. If you are under the legal age to view shit, please leave. If you can read this, you're too close. The monitor is ruining your eyes even as I write this. Those who are learning to spell, punctuate and generally write informative and coherent sentences should avoid this site. Too much blather has caused sudden sleeping fits in guinea pigs--all right, in other Gizmotech staff. Speaking of Gizmotech, this is a Gizmotech production, sort of. Copying this site will get you a scathing entry in this blog, which might just hirt your feelings. Use at your own risk. If a tree suddenly falls on your house, killing you, while you are reading this site, it will not be our responsibility, even if we were the ones who cut the tree down. We are exempt from everything. We are pod people. We are taking over. We will make the laws. We will enforce the rules. We will make you blather just like us, simply by planting this site directly into your brain through subliminal messages like this one. Are you still reading this? My God, you need a life. Stop, before it's too late. Go to bar. Get a drink. Do some of your own blathering. Tell people about us. Buy our clothing line. We don't have a clothing line, but if we ever do, buy it. Whatever that means. No catchy tunes were harmed during the making of this site, because we have none. If you need a catchy tune, please hum while reading this site. That will be your catchy tune, and you can pick it yourself, instead of being limited by our stupid choices. The only plug-in required for this site is the one your computer's cord is "plugged into" at the moment.

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