In 2003 my FCP (fan club president) sent me a great e-mail of Zen-type Thoughts, and they were extremely entertaining. Here's the very first one:

"Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone."

By surrounding myself with computer-literate people (exactly 1 computer-literate person now--my girlfriend--that's all), I am able to have this pretty purple website of personal expression. Even IF this front page is (almost) clean, there are links to only-child, American female-bashing, and common sense RANTS that most certainly are meant to offend 80% of all males--and definitely 90% of all females. If this type of website is entertaining to you, then GOOD, and perhaps you will benefit from it. You will have to scroll down in order to experience it. And by scrolling down, YOU ACCEPT that you are about to embark on a journey filled with apexes of "political incorrectness" that may cause you to question your own ideals...Screw it already; you've been warned here, and there are 3 other disclaimers to follow. You are already immersed in a bad idea; do you understand that?

Keep scrolling, you moron.

The Overnight Guy--W.C.'s Domain:

If you are looking for something specific, then this little guide may help:

Hey you dumbass. This is my webpage. It serves to entertain me. If other people are entertained by it, then good for them. If I had my way, you would all be dead by now. So; I hope that this webpage upsets you to the point that you want to commit suicide. Other than that, kiss my ass. Perhaps I should keep my old disclaimer, too.

A disclaimer? Really? Okay; here we go. You are an idiot; so is your entire family; in fact, you are a mistake. Everything about you is pathetic and unnecessary. You should commit suicide now. Die. Get sick, get sicker, and then die. Quickly. Are you dead yet? You moron. On this webpage are many disappointed and insightful ramblings. If you read enough of it, it should really upset you. There! You've been warned.
Something, anything, many things--on this webpage RIGHT HERE, right where you are now, right now; lots of stuff here is going to upset you.
Got it?

Why are you still alive?


Hang on, hang on. I heard that the government is getting tighter about security on the internet; well it's about fuckin' time. And directly to you little fudge-packing government agents I would like to say this:
I offered my help; I offered to be a government agent, you know, all patriotic and stuff--and YOU said 'no'. Screw you. Then I offered to be a teacher because YOU said a whole bunch of stuff about how we need school teachers. And YOU said 'no', again, so screw you. I also offered to be a border patrol agent (because we obviously need thousands more)--and I offered to do it for minimum wage, and YOU said 'no'. Screw you again. YOU lied, because you don't want agents, don't want teachers, and you don't want to secure the border. I AM a patriot, and it pisses me off that you ask for help and then won't let me. So I will be very clear as I say this to you, because I don't want to appear evasive:


--W. C. Davis (thank you very much)


Welcome to My Cool and Dark Home Page!

It's all fun and games! This is now my paid domain. PAID. This was a no-cost site until late February of 2007, but it was anything but "free". I didn't even know about some of the rules I was breaking! I got bitched at by the host internet provider, also got bitched at by the internet social club I made appearances in; I got bitched at by everybody. But that's all over now!

By clicking links and scrolling through disclaimers, do you even know what all you've agreed to at this point? Bend over! This is MY world here, and I will do it any way I want. I will threaten to kill, and eat, well, pretty much everybody. You, too. "Bar-B-Que; it's the ultimate solution to overpopulation!" Fuck you! Die! Or; be cooked alive! I've been a little scared of getting shut down, since I almost got shut down back in 2005. Who fucking knew that all I had to do was buy my own domain? Some other guy got "The Overnight Guy"; well, good for him. Maybe I'll kill, cook, and eat him this year. My 2nd choice was "Overnight Guy W C"; and BOOM, it's mine! How fucking cool is this? I will have to go back and insert so many deleted cuss words now. I might bring back Newspaper News; I SHOULD bring back Personal News, too. Commentaries are going to be; well, less quotable. Oh, and the woman-bashing; this shit is going to be like "Chauvinist Central" now, mutherfucker. Guys; if you let some dumb bitch rule your life, then you deserve my wrath; sorry. Those entitled, elitist snooty-assed cunts of recognition should spend more time sucking dick--MY dick. Let those chat room cows complain now; "moo" like the heffer you are, Rosebud! "Have another doughnut!" Fuck. Where was I? I gotta go...

Wait; a couple more jabs first: Imagine; no, no, no, shhhh. Shut the fuck up for a minute. Imagine that...God is on MY side here. Ha ha ha. How does that make you feel, you fudge-sucking sea cow? Shouldn't you be reading a tabloid and eating some fast-food somewhere? Attach another fish hook through your nose, and go swim in the ocean--perhaps the sharks will find you "attractive"; what the fuck are you doing here? Maybe I should learn how to scratch tattoos and inject botox into your fat ass. Show me just how close to your face you can mash your brain-distorting cell phone--you're an excellent driver. Sorry; I'm all out of $4 cups of coffee. Maybe I'll start a new business selling yesterday's COLD coffee; I'll call it "Sushi-Java", and charge $6 a cup. I'm a fucking genius over here. Mooooo.

This is MY website.

Enjoy your visit...

Would you like to learn some stuff about me? Don't Bother. But I do these stupid surveys much better than most people, and perhaps you deserve a chance to be entertained. And if any of them appeal to you; then copy, paste, fill in with your own answers, and send it on to a new group of self-absorbed losers. Oop; I mean, send it on to your friends. And some of these may still be in other places on this website--so what? I like the big "grouping" thing here:

About Me's From 2000 and 2001 (who cares?)
About Me's--With 2003 and 2004 Updates!
Three 2005 "About Me"'s
Two 2006 Surveys
Five 2007 Surveys
Three 2008 Surveys
Three 2009 Surveys
Four 2010 Surveys

This is Your Warning
5 Pissy Paragraphs (October 2002)

Here in Hell, and below, a "Sidebar" is a monthly update type of thing (usually). It gives me a chance to vent, and pretend that people care about what's on my mind. It has a loose structure, with headings, so that it almost makes sense to me. You, however, are definitely on your own. Just in case...

I have enjoyed the creation and continuation of these little "Sidebars". My "blood" as a writer needed and still needs new ways to drip, clot, stain, and scab. After roughly 18 (!) years of these loosely structured journal accountings, I feel that the end justifies the means. Many passing thoughts have been addressed well with this medium, and lots of former "dead ends" have been given a chance to detour back into prominence.

In a life (such as mine) spent wishing that I could create my own game (with my own rules), let the record show that I did; here, with these. Thank you very much...

WTF is a "Sidebar"?

Watch out for the current centered Sidebar:



April, August? Fuck. Is it still 2018?

(...last month we were...)

Yeah; so there are/were at least 3 of these Sidebar 232's. 4? How in the FUCK were there FOUR Sidebar 232's? Oh yeah; March. I found SOME/most maybe of the important shit, and I'm just doing a spray-and-pray here. OH FUCK. I'm trying to delete some of the super arrogance, CROSS-CONTAMINATION, and most of the direct threats, but FUCK ALL OF YOU IN THE ASS. BLOOD-RAPE THE CUNT, PIMP STYLE. YOU CAME HERE TO SUCK MY BIG WHITE DICK--THAT IS WHY YOU ARE HERE, SUNSHINE, AND THANK YOU FOR KNOWING YOUR ROLE. SO USE ONE OF YOUR PRETTY HANDS TO KEEP YOUR HAIR OUT OF THE WAY, SMART GIRL, AND START BOBBING YOUR LITTLE “LIBRARIAN" HEAD. NICE.

Reading: fuck, I haven't read a newspaper in weeks. Ehhh; then I read 3 newspapers at once--to shut the voices up.

Watching: fuck, I have seen 3 Kenny Mayne Sportscenters (total) in 6 weeks--and that's it! I had to delete like, 50 Sportscenters...Oh; and we stomped downstairs in a huff one night and deleted 30 hours of Ancient Aliens, too. It was a very mature shit-fit where I theorizeded 'Fuck them and fuck their fake fucking aliens, too.' Awww. I am a very entertaining loner!..I'm not even watching my daily 'yelling sports shows'.

Class Projects: John Oliver, Full Frontal, Eighties Documentaries, and I make her watch funny moments from Tosh.0.

movies together: We've been sitting on the Alien prequel DVD for over 3 years, and Looper, and Inception, and a dozen other REAL sci-fi DVD movies with links to the past AND present. We also have full use of Comcast On Demand, with many more movie options. What we don't have is 2 hours to watch, and an hour to discuss--ANYTHING. Thank you.

Shit I watch alone: ha, that's cute. Is this more 'cutting edge shit' from 1998?

Comedians: oh, nice, we like them. Bill Burr Makes me giggle; I must have a crush on him...“I want to crush the way you alternate realities here.” (dimensional, comedy-bar joke; ha). Illuminati jokes? FEMA Camp jokes? Fat girls with baggage jokes? Hello? What's with this bit-release bullshit?

Crappy cable movies: No. Talk more about "fluff" and "wasting time"

Play it Again's: really? You sit and knowingly watch something over--rather than go do something new. Is this a human thing; the random re-watch? Did you "miss" something again?

WTF Is Hollywood Up To Now? $5 Tuesdays at the mall movies! Yes; why did we stop doing that? Oh yeah; March.

Watching and Hearing: NIN on Austin City Limits, from 2014 (my DVR is set to record anything NIN, duh)...Are you fuckers watching me in my computer screen yet? I'll get a webcam for you. No, this is You Tube shit. Like how the current NASA wormhole links to 3DT, too. And my head is going to burst 3 different ways. And I don't care. I hope that the spray from my exloding face blows sacred geometry all over a FEMA Camp Walmart sign. G'night everybody. ?

Now with faster than dial-up internet; Youtubing: 5-26-18 I discovered some cool shit after some other good enough UniverseInsideYou videos; Tesla, and Austin Doughty... Pineal gland, Dr. Steven Greer stuff; "Aliens" May 2018 (it is still so innocent), and then I asked the WRONG question out loud:
What's the current status of that first faked moon landing in 1969? (Please stay tuned--later, like at the end of August when I get back. So far it is a 2-part commentary. Shhh. This is an odd evening.)

Hearing: I'll need to do a whole big thing about the first music I put on my first cell phone, to carry around and listen to while playing pinball (3 Rage Against the Machine albums, duh). And remember; it was on a quest to hear Rage's version of "Maggie's Farm" at L U when I found out that jukeboxes in 2017 don't take dolla dolla bills no mo (just debit cards). And, by far, the single song I have listened to the most times on my phone is Rage's "Renegades of Funk". My first long song in traffic (after Maggie's Farm) was Zep's Carouselambra; perhaps Zep's "In Through The Out Door" was the first complete album listened to (yes). Both Asia albums, both Angels and Airwaves albums, tons of NIN, 3 or 4 Tool albums, Deep Purple + Depeche Mode, and I may have gotten tired of Rush in 2018 (weird, huh?). Who is this guy?

More Hearing: wifi changes everything (airports, malls, Covenant), as long as you have access. But I still like my CD's more. What kind of music will exist after the Yellowstone Pulse-ruption?

New on the radio; "We evolved past a need for superstition. The need for a God and other myths. If one should desire to know whether a kingdom is well governed, if its morals are good or bad, the quality of its music will provide the answer."--Confucius

Musical Purchases this month from the Tom Tucker discount wall at Skip's Records And CDWorld; my future place of employment, and permanent Barbie Dream Home: no. I went and gave Ian some vegan Kicking Horse coffee, though. How did such Horse Kicking upset my girlfriend so? Hmmm.

Out and About: "Don't Bring Me Down"--ELO and "Good Loving Gone Bad"--Bad Company (on consecutive June Walmart trips)... music out in public, ha. Okay. So I was at Fred Meyer, remembering that one time in 2013 when I heard "500 Miles" by the Proclaimers there, ha. And I hadn't heard that song in quite a while, maybe since then. Right? So OBVIOUSLY; duh, "500 MIles" came on next at 8-ish pm 7-26-18. Cool; and perfectly normal...

Singing: Ha. Not for you. New Order, Meatloaf, Roger Hodgson, and Ozzy.

What I want today: I asked God/the universe a yes or no question, but got a discussion answer. Sweet...Or; maybe the ignorance drought is over...Oh fuck then; show us what you are so proud of: What I want? "Have we gone to Midway yet?" Wow; how can we totally ruin the whole premise; in just 6 words, today? I was thinking about solitude--I want some. Where would YOU go to be as alone as possible? I'd buy Midway island; mid-Pacific ocean. Or just visit it, and kick everybody off for a few days. Then sit out there and do mushrooms, all alone, and "talk out some issues". Nothing but water visible in every direction. Alone. No human noise. NONE. Ever. Here; take my money. How long is the waiting list? Does Midway Island offer a time-share opportunity for busy Asians who might like to "disconnect" for 2 weeks at a time? You know; maybe a business guy in Japan wears big internet headphones for 12 hours a day, then he goes home to a LOUD family. You think I couldn't interest HIM in 2 weeks of "eye-high water, and quiet"? HOW DO YOU SPELL THE SOUND OF CHA-CHING WITHOUT OFFENDING ASIANS? $$$...I want some Anne Frank/ex-girlfriend/Mom toilet paper; more $$$. Bring us a pic, any pic/any lady, and we'll make you a nice quilted roll of face-painting canvas for your special memories of that amazing woman. Yayeah. That's also a dumb idea that no guy would ever do; no $$$ there, unemployed only child. No guy would want to wipe his butt with a smug woman's face--that's dumb!..I'm not saying that you're an unemployable Mama's Boy; I'm saying that you can't even get work spooning out soup to FEMA Camp slaves. Right. Then go outside the Big Box to say 'I'm not saying that you're a disgrace to your species, but Walmart saw you coming for an employment application, and they immediately stopped hiring humans.'...

New stuff this month or so: 2-2-18 FR night cell phone purchase at Walmart (Steven rocks!); another Galaxy 3 Samsung (like my tablet). I don't call many people. I will load this fucker up with Rage Against The Machine, though...
4-1-18, I already have a new 9 inch fan...7-3-18; 226 lbs. at the Dr...Mom totally infuriates me; how obviously is it on purpose?..Oh fuck. I found some of the missing paper journal; it helped with the early 2018 flashbacks, and then was "misplaced" when I got lost again in March. The flashes are not all active; therefore they cannot all be real. What did Simon say?..Learning to focus on better distractions is important; salvage this house...This "completion of a circuit" lacks luster for humanity's historical record (What will the final update look like, and what will the last message be?)...7-31-18 continuation from "Life With Static Girl" below; internet is partially down, forcing me to finish a Sidebar; because I must not know how to live without my 'Tube', or watch DVD's. I've only checked the interweb hookup a couple of times since the first hour. I'm over it...Um, it's now 4 am. Everything is fine. Almost boring here; with a 2-hour, in-journal, time-slip (very normal). Yay life. Is this the fun part?..Yeah yeah, here is an 8-2-18 final update note; "Do Not Panic: You Are Already Dead." Thank you.

This Month of bargain-shopping (Dollar Tree, Cash King, Big Lots, etc.): no. I drive by Dollar Tree everyday, and wonder; is this the day I go in there and just...

Occupational Hazards: oh, and are we so proud of our little selves for this? No, wait. This is a long holdover from telemarketing rooms, collections, and vacation-planning, all before the new gay lunchroom. So it's only...10 years overdue for a refresh? Noice.

Personal shit for my own memory banks this month (My Journal): Stubbed my toe on 4-18; that takes talent...On a You Tube binge; by 6-23-18 I had enough information to go fully cray cray up in this bitch. Not yet...I get it now; stubbed toe/You Tube binge (little layers that trickle down)...It takes chaos to find order; or at least it did this time...

Closing Thoughts, and Final Summaries for the month: ha. Oh, that's funny. Okay: WTFever it takes, people. I have real, written comedy now; I'm thinking about/already living through humor objectively; the broad introspect, or, I FINALLY got outside!, whatever. Thank you Seth and Kyle for reminding me to look at every angle, even the bottle's perspective!..The "silence" in my head was burning; now new "static" flames make for better art.

Pinball and Golden Tee stuff: yeah, this is just my personal accounting, before I had a cell phone to take pics of crazy -25 golf scores, stucky pinballs, and other odd things. My relationship with the L U Dr. Who pinball machine is going very well--we are mutually seeing other people, yes, but we know what's real...Reminder; I do not play pinball for others. It is personal therapy, and nothing more. I was lucky to earn some praise when I mixed...

Pinball Knights last month: no, but I wish B's tournaments well.

Poker stuff: not down here, no, but I wish O's poker games well.

Grammar: no

New foods this month: Daiya has new-ish crumbles that are decent; that led to 2 or 3 nights in a row of vegan blue tortilla nacho dinner snacks over Memorial Indy 500 Crusade Weekend 2018...Califia vegan soy milk and cold coffee drink is good.

This month of Blues Jamming: Blues Jam was cancelled years ago. Now it is, what?..Does anybody actually maintain this webpage, or is it just late ideas done badly? I used to like to go hear live music, and yell.

My trials and trib.s as a critical believer in the concept of God: God shines in so many ways, and on so many levels. Love is all around you. Can you smell it?

What's different here than in college town: Athens misses me so much.

What's different here than dumbass Arizona: I'm gon go find TPG out there, and we're gonna Waffle House, Candy Store, and Castle-Coast (not in that order). Then we'll take naps.

What is so cool about Oregon? 94 degrees, 5 days straight in July, is not "cool"...Until the hungry people eat all the invasive nutria around here; that's just a solution waiting to happen...

Yes, Oregon's cool and all. Isn't weed also legal? New joke line: "I'm not saying that I dab a lot, but..." so let's try one:
BLACK: I'm not saying that I dab a lot, but I fully blacken and fatally clog a new nectar collector every week...That's not the color black; I have nectar collector's darker than that.
Not saying I dab too much, but I do currently have bleeding drip stains on both my thighs. (Gross! That's like having crack sores on BOTH sides of your face. No. Bad crackho.)

How Does Your Garden Grow? (Tales from our community garden plot): 5 of my 6 basil plants died quickly from neglect. Or maybe 1 ate the other 5...7-2018; Squash everyday. Melons coming in, too; cucumbers are about to explode. The snap peas also were delicious; I am paying much more attention to garden stuff now.

Life with Static Girl: Romance abounds! (Well; it is sort of sometimes, mainly, always one-sided "romance" of me trying to find new ways to appreciate her, without also annoying her much more furtherly-ish, as I am oft to do. I have the rare ability of being able to both appreciate her, and annoy her at the same time; mad skillz.) I tell her to come down off of her pedestal because she is ONLY the 2nd or 3rd greatest thing since Sliced Bread...(2-2018) Nobody has ever heard her voice--much less heard her actually complain about anything. Cheri is like Kawhi Leonard over there (she likes being compared to sports, too) ...Cheri doesn't want to be touched, or looked at; and she especially doesn't want any extra attention. She just wants to quietly get through another day without her head exploding. Cheri is like my broken toe (4-18)...Of course we need to clone her now. And after she dies, Dr.'s will need to cut her open and try to find out what was so right about her...Does it hurt her to roll her eyes so hard underneath her eyelids at me? I make that woman STRETCH her damn eye muscles; she could turn pro...I'm not saying that My Girlfriend is better than Sliced Bread and Noah's Ark. I am saying that Noah's Ark and Sliced Bread sit around, looking at my Girlfriend with their mouths open, drooling. And so do I!..Here's her: "Firetruck; no glasses, boy." In related news; she immediately dismisses all of my good UFO sightings...Her new black + white flannel shirt is gorgeous! Even a black-and-white Cheri is better than women in living color...Cheri does not hear the smoke alarm battery warning beeps. She's going to say that I am crazy, and that there is no beeping...And then; 7-25-18; smoke alarms gone wild, ours went BOOM 4 times in an hour at 10 pm and I am to blame for everything, of course. It is now in many pieces on the floor, which is probably also my fault...7-31-18 My GENIUS level goddess Girlfriend of Sliced Bread and Noah's Ark fame has outdone me again! She has taken away my corded desktop computer internet for the evening, forcing me to (possibly leave my room, and) complete ONE Sidebar this year in a timely fashion. Tomorrow is August; I need to be ready for it. Old me is unappreciative as fuck. Look at now me go! I'm getting this shit done. Even if I can't UPLOAD this bitch tonight, it'll be ready to go! So; in one respect, I am taking a night off from You Tube. I'll be fine; right? I'm not going to go check the internet every 90 seconds, am I? Well; maybe for the first hour, but certainly no more...How about a quickie pair from the morning of 8-2-18, huh? My morning note to her said 'Thank you for my internet, and your butt!' at 5:30 am, which is ehhh. I mean; it's okay--in a rush--on a cold day, but still kinda weak. So I came back upstairs and tried again:

I'm not saying that my Girlfriend has many layers; but
Vidalia Onions think she is unique, deep, and intoxicating;
Dali paintings gaze at her, and get lost, and
Stanley Kubrick films have less symbolism than My "Shining" Static Girl does.

My FCP has this for me: We hardly ever talk anymore. Then again; I don't even know what year it is. And now she knows I have a cell phone. She'll be mad. Oh well.

My Crystal Method: She started apologizing again; we'll be fine. Shock the Monkey. Brain Salad Surgery. She is getting some help.

Comments From The Peanut Gallery: Trump is president, FFS. Pick a comment--ANY comment! It's like fucking Christmas Day, everyday, on FOX News...Laws, huh? I'm about to win a $10 bet here: Hey look--it's one more year that the 'keepers of vagina' haven't figured out why we gave them the right to vote yet! Aww, ladies. Why start researching states rights now; right?

Many thoughts to take with you: "Anti-social behavior is a trait of intelligence in a world full of conformists."--Nikola Tesla

"Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed."--Friederich Nietzsche

“Depopulation should be the highest priority of foreign policy toward the third world, because the US economy will require large and increasing amounts of minerals from abroad, especially from less developed countries.”--Henry Kissenger (But I cannot confirm when he said this. And "when" he said this is very relevant now. And he's a little foo-foo arrogant fuck, anyway. Ooo ooo ooo; I hope he's Jewish, and related to that dumb, dead, misrepresented little Anne Frank cunt, too. Why did I post Kissenger talk? Probably because my Mom thinks he is a really good and smart man.)

My father's email ending tag line is now better than mine:

Blah blah, I'm a Rock Star and you're not. Then "Sincerely, Daddy D. Whose final wishes are to have his remains scattered at Disneyworld and also not to be cremated." I approve! I may steal it and dirty it down a little. In fact--I'm on it! Remember folks; anything that my Dad can do really well, I can do much worse. And I'm talking "stupid-worse".

Welcome to the chick movie comments part of the website (let's talk about feelings):

1. I am a spiritual being having a human experience.
2. I give meaning to things in life (otherwise things are neutral).
3. I agreed to go down a hallway, and to find myself.

Oregon Bumper Stickers: Imagine if I could remember half of the freak-ass, La La La La grumble grumble. I mean, uh; whoa, and those Oregon bumper stickers are quite the liberal giggle for my noggin too, I tell ya. Yes they are: "I brake for bees." (Mindy will like this!)

Band names: "Spam Recall", "Late Ideas Done Badly", Pythagorean Theorems/Nometrigetry, "Underground Scuba Midgets" (short Reptilians who play sax),

New words? <*>? No. 3DT? No. AQV theory? No. (Good, actually.) This section is about new words I use to describe my current situation. That's...funny? Are they funny words? I'll give you some new words.

Okay. I will have to re-orient and get kicked out of FL again to fully bring this webpage into something (Winter is Coming) more current--wanna see me sound old? "20 years ago this webpage was some CUTTING EDGE SHIT!" (Sure it was, Grandpa '93 Buick.). Yes; and it is confirmed that there will be a new, ENTIRE "chick movie comments section"; you know, some touchy-feely, feminine-sided liberal arts bullshit, probably called "Let's Talk About Feelings"--as seen above.

Also; I have had some good people helping me through a very difficult 2018. My thanks goes out to them. They know who they are.

And finally: Much of our crew are having their own personal, differing issues. We knew this was inevitable, and all part of our journey. Stay aware of your surroundings; as MOST PRISONS ARE SELF-ORDAINED. Please assist others when possible, and try to be appreciative. Good luck.

Links to previous Sidebars:

Sidebars 1 - 12  (October '99--April 2000)
Sidebars 13 - 23  (May 2000--March 2001)
Sidebars 24 - 31  (April 2001--November 2001)
Sidebars 32 - 41  (December 2001--September 2002)
Sidebars 42 - 50  (October 2002--June 2003)
Sidebars 51 - 58  (July 2003--February 2004)
Sidebars 59 - 64  (March 2004--August 2004)
Sidebars 65 - 69  (September 2004--January 2005)
Sidebars 70 - 74  (February 2005--June 2005)
Sidebars 75 - 78  (July 2005--October 2005)
Sidebars 79 - 85  (November 2005--May 2006)
Sidebars 86 - 93  (June 2006--January 2007)
Sidebars 94 - 100  (February 2007--August 2007)
Sidebars 101 - 110  (September 2007--June 2008)
Sidebars 111 - 120  (July 2008--April 2009)
Sidebars 121 - 130  (May 2009--February 2010)
Sidebars 131 - 140  (March 2010--December 2010)
Sidebars 141 - 150  (January 2011--October 2011)
Sidebars 151 - 160  (November 2011--September 2012)
Sidebars 161 - 170  (October 2012--June 2013)
Sidebars 171 - 181  (July 2013--April 2014)

Then I took 8 months off...And I'm jumping numbers around, and now it's 2015 anyway, so we're starting over with #200. Why? Because FUCK YOU! That's why.

Sidebars 200 - 210  (February 2015--April 2016)
2016 Sidebars  (January 2016--January 2017)
2017 Sidebars  (January 2017--January 2018)
2018 Sidebars  (January 2018--January 2019)

Slow down, or you're going to miss it!

Musical Section

is a list of favorites and opinions--as well as a constant work in progress. It exists as a temptation for you to create your own musical section, and to remind you of how important music (and its presentation) is in your life.

Brand New Writings For 2018



2018 Mandela Effect To A Fake Moon Landing Update  Part 1

More neat-o things that I helped (maybe), but didn't actually create:

Old Poetry

Old Commentaries

Old Things That I Helped
But Didn't Actually Create:


Here are some links to pages of other people who might actually admit to knowing me. However, don't come whining to me if you get "tagged", or the world (as you know it) ends. Perhaps you should remember my motto:

Play at your own risk, BABY!

From the "you are here" part of the map, I am W C (also known as TH2, the Overnight Guy, and the cute one). I have a pretty cool voice, I love music, and I belong on the radio.
This is my site.

TPG (also known as narul, TH1, my good twin, the light side, the responsible part) is the ideal male; a hard worker, a fantastic friend; the type of person who restores your faith in humanity.

Static Girl (also known as Static Queen, rift, the smart one, my girlfriend/roommate, and psycho) is amazing. She's the thin, pretty, intellectual, mystery girl that everybody wants to know--but nobody does.

Dax V (also known as Mr. Pissy, and the artist formerly known as donut boy, now Captain Beach Bum) is the friendly, cool, drunk little buddy that I always wanted. He and I share comedy, philosophy, and writing.


Old Shit you don't care about:

Newsworthy News:

(for the week ending)

No, no; hang on a second. We phased out "Media One". For the time being, and time following, you can watch me rant about the news in exactly one place. I gave up on trying to keep the language clean a long time ago:

(Last update: Halloween, October 31st, 2004)

Current and Old Newspaper News Files


Some people believe how their lives are so cool that they deserve to have a camera on them; a tv show to glamorize their own personal "Anna Nicole Smith"--ness (rest in peace). Yeah, whatever. I ALREADY HAVE a narrator's voice, I'm not ugly, and I make weird little fun, entertaining shit happen everywhere I go, everyday. I hope the aliens are recording it, too, because I wouldn't LET a tv camera follow around to watch me scratch and mumble at the stupid and selfish humans. All you get here is a typed account of my back pain and bar trials; maybe YOU need a new hobby. Bite me; baby; and what the hell are you lookin' at?

Personal News

W. C.'s Bloggie-Style For The Week Ending:

Personal News From The Past Week

(It's too much wordage to fit here anymore; awww.)


Would you care if there were a way to get to some of the older personal news items? Be forewarned that part of my point in having a webpage is to have harsh language. Maybe you don't want to go check out my (2005):

Old Personal News File

Coming Soon:

More links; to weirder people, stranger places, and some really disturbing stuff...hopefully (Have you been to "" yet?).

Stranger Places:

A GREAT site of independent music and other cool stuff:
They call it: "The CD store with the best independent music."

A site dedicated to the silver ball:
Pinball News

Silent Bob (and Jay) have a website! Let the record show that I put a link up to it on the day that I found out about it:
Kevin "Silent Bob" Smith

There's this site where ALL they have is weird news; items you might easily miss if you're not paying attention:
News of the Weird


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Parting is such Sweet Sorrow

And that's pretty much it, folks. In my youth I wanted to: save the world, be a famous poet/songwriter, invent things, make a lot of money, and help motivate the common person (ah, the idealistic dreams of naive innocence). Some things don't work out for a reason.

By the age of 22 I had applications for alternative energy, perpetual motion, and a vision of a massive "Recreation Arena" (sportsbar); nobody cared. By the age of 25 I had written the perfect poem, and was churning out songs and poems for the masses; nobody cared. By the age of 30 I was a professional pinball player, and was redefining Overnight Radio presentation in 3 states. Some people cared, but not the bottom-feeding corporates who took over.

Please remember this; I did not ask to be born. But since I was, I would have been more than happy to help out this pathetic world. However, this pathetic world did not want my help. So; screw the world, and screw the people of the world. You can't die fast enough to please me. But there may be some good news...

The world is long overdue for some massive changes; changes that are going to completely revolutionize your sense of importance. They will be very interesting. It has been so said by many elders of many different cultures:

"May you live in interesting times".

W C thanks you for coming to Hell.

Get drunk and come back soon.