THIS WEBSITE (NOW 19+ YEARS OLD) HAS NOT BEEN UPGRADED SINCE 1999; IN COMPUTER TIME, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN DONATED TO CHARITY 10 YEARS AGO. THERE IS NOTHING HERE FOR YOU; NO ANIMATION, NO DOWNLOADS, NO MUSIC FILES, NOTHING. LEAVE NOW, AND DO NOT SPEAK OF THIS TO ANYONE. EVER.










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?

DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE


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:

"ALL OF YOU CAN KISS
MY HAIRY WHITE ASS."

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



I HAVE A NEW GREEN LAVA LAMP!


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:





SINCE EVERYBODY HAS THEIR OWN WEBSITE NOW (FACEBOOK), THE EMPHASIS FOR SIDEBARS ON THIS 20 YR. OLD PAGE HAS BEEN VERY LOW. THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN. NOW GO STARE AT YOUR PHONE SOME MORE.



SIDEBAR 233

October 2018


(...over the last 6 weeks we were...)


Reading: not a damn thing. 2 days a week I kill a word jumble. I read in the shadows sometimes.

Watching: Do I call out Ancient Aliens, or do I thank them for their end-around enlightenment? Football reference; wow. Thank you Ancient Aliens; crazy-assed David Childress has been my hero since the late 80's...

Class Projects: Last Week w/Jon Oliver, Full Frontal,

movies together: I Amazon'd a Kubrick 4-pack with The Shining, but she has no time. The order list of films for us will be: The Shining (1980), Inception, and Ghost In The Shell--if we can find time to watch movies.

Shit I watch alone: all of it, she doesn't watch tv.

Comedians: The Drew Michael thing was half great; I liked the shock, and he had plenty for 30 minutes...

Crappy cable movies: yeah, a couple.

Play it Again's: Life is just one big 'play it again'.

WTF Is Hollywood Up To Now? I want to go see "Mandy"; Nic Cage as a snapped killer. Saw it 10-2-18 (ehhh).

Watching and Hearing: A Band Called Death (wow),

Now with faster than dial-up internet; Youtubing: All the cool conspiracy freaks have their own You Tube channels!

'...Meanwhile our country's turned into a Flee State (?),
Caught up in a nineteen eighty four remake,
And everybody's at the mall eating chesecake,
Or partyin' and drinkin' 'til they can't even think straight...'
--(lyrics from the "Living In Hell" Mixtape) ODD TV Rules!

Jordan Peterson videos also are amazing. He's the guy who is saying that modern people are too mommed up to tackle real life. He is so right.

Hearing: The "Gasolina"--Five Eight CD was in my computer drawer (Shut Me Off!), until 9-5-18; then the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion Remixes, until 9-24-18 it's the maxi-single of MARRS "Pump Up The Volume" (also Anitina!)...Then it was new NIN on 9-28-18; sigh...Red's got me checking out this band "Ghost" (80's art rock)...Also: I listen to complete Tool and NIN albums while watching the boring audio of flat earth videos (genius).

I made a pizza on the last night of August to "Aenima"--Tool in earbuds so as to not disturb my girlfriend...and 2 in September.

New on the radio; um. Man: If I still worked 3rd shift...

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: I LOVE having that place so close to me! 2 copies of the new "Bad Witch" NIN on FR 9-28-18...

Out and About: 4 Steve Miller songs in 2 trips to Level Up, and Walmart, 8-19 and 8-21...9-9-18; mental build-up to music at Fred Meyer; "Since You're Gone"--Cars...9-22-18 Fred Meyer "Desert Moon"--Dennis DeYoung,

Singing: oh fuck. What was life like before 8-23-18? "Murder"--David Gilmour, "Where Is Everybody"--NIN, "Too Late For Love"--Def Lep, multiple Rage lyrics, 9-22 shower had verses and choruses of "Child In Time"--Deep Purple (and that's messed up), 9-23-18 "When I Come Around"--Greenday, "Love Triangle"--Ibeam (IBM),

What I want today: SSDD

New stuff this month or so: Next up; FOR REAL claims that MOONLIGHT is actually COLDER than regular nightshade. Yes (yawn); and welcome to 3rd shift, Dickface--MANY things are different here...8-23 started a 3 strange day writing binge (insult comedy is different from poetry, but still has a sense of accomplishment)...221 lbs. at the doc 9-21-18 (5 less than last time)...Open-Sourced Huffing? Yes; we have a frisbee bowl filled with rubbing alcohol right beside my desk now (How can there be a legitimate reason for this?). So now I can just lean over and get a little 'nasal bouquet' whenever I want to. How did I not invent this 35 years ago?..

This Month of bargain-shopping (Dollar Tree, Cash King, Big Lots, etc.): I used to go there so often.

Occupational Hazards: residuals make money. I need to work from home. MARRS needs women.

Personal shit for my own memory banks this month (My Journal): 8-23-18 was...unemployed, voted off Facebook, and kicked out of another bar. Or as I like to call it; Thursday morning (in early 90's westside Athens, GA). Then I applied some Clark-logic to my own writing. (The Trump Moon welcome.) Interesting (and I'm still wrecked on 9-7-18)...

Closing Thoughts, and Final Summaries for the month: New interest in world navigation (duh): the moon is 2159 miles wide. Not 2160, and not 2158, but 2159 miles wide. Why the F?..Q: Why have sailors used the same stars to navigate the oceans for thousands of years? A: Because the star positions never change...A plane travelling at 37000 feet is roughly 7 miles up; can we breathe that air? How high can we breathe air? I mean; fuck going to "space", let's just take our human virus up in a Led Zeppelin. We can balconize/monetize the visual airwaves of low earth orbit; we are not confined to the ground we poison....

Pinball and Golden Tee stuff: What about Motionless Pizza Dome (MPD)? Flat Earth Eugene (FEE)? FLT? RTH?I may need some new pinball initials soon...The L U Dr. Who pinball machine wants more quality from me (all women do)...And yummy little Batman '66 knows her role as my first back-up (a GOOD first back-up is hard to find)...Okay; is everybody gone yet?..Pinball is the ultimate cross from globe earth to flat earth. (How is that, Dr. PizzaDome?) Well; either you are on a spinning ball, OR you are on the flat playfield; but both are enclosed environments we will never escape from. There is NO escape. Yawn...9-30-18; the L U Dr. Who pinball machine will have to be retired for a while; somebody was playing the shit out of it until a week ago...

Poker stuff: oooo, poker games. Remember "Alien Poker" pinball at the Odyssey, 1985? And; why can't a 'poker bar' have a row of card-game pinball machines?

Grammar: it used to matter

New foods this month: Foods! She ate an L + L Lemon cookie in July, and I found the empty wrapper while I was stalking her trash in August. I asked her if she liked the lemon--because I had not yet seen this flavor, and I'm already intrigued. She nodded approvingly; so later I "discovered" lemon Lenny + Larry cookies all by myself, and they are the new house favorite!..We ate mutually exclusive lemon cookies on SA 9-8-18. Romantic and efficient, we are...The lemon juice bottle in the door of the fridge expired in 2014; I have proof of our sickness now...My pizza on 9-14-18 was excellent. I will keep making more of them!..Yes; more pizza on SA 9-29-18. Look at me cooking stuff...

This month of Blues Jamming: nope. Live music may not need me anymore. Oh well. I hope they're all happy.

My trials and trib.s as a critical believer in the concept of God: God Bless Darwin...This has been an interesting Summer. I am very lucky to have so much...Thank You pinball!--for many reasons I haven't fully grasped yet...

What's different here than in college town: I bet Athens looks really young right about now.

What's different here than dumbass Arizona: TPG ran screaming from the desert to start a new career elsewhere.

What is so cool about Oregon? Cool; and dark, too.

Yes, Oregon's cool and all. Isn't weed also legal? Dabba Do.

How Does Your Garden Grow? (Tales from our community garden plot): welcome to the jungle.

Life with Static Girl: My "Dinners with a Dali painting" attempts are very fine meals, indeed..."Ethical Reasoning" wonders why there are not more humans like Static Girl. And; 'Other Atheists' do not appreciate her ability to empathize (MY Girl pisses off some off her own Elders--I respect that!)...I have named the yummy little sweet garden tomatos "Cheri Butts"; she is not amused...Speaking of garden, and little birdie boyfriends; birds LOVE my girl. She has a hummingbird boyfriend who perches and serenades her at the garden plot, and multiple little brown bird admirers who sing for her--like birdie paparrazzi, it's seriously cool as shit!..She is a good listener, but not a very good visual responder...God Bless Darwin...FR 9-21-18 night at midnight: I cleaned the kitchen/brewed coffee; so it's orderly and smells good. My girlfriend also is orderly and smells good. My girlfriend is like a clean kitchen...I asked her 'Are any of your other boyfriends as directly responsible for your drinking problem as I am?'...I have a computer nerd, sci-fi babe girlfriend; and life is good...Well; she's getting sick of me by the end of the month. This is bad.

My FCP has this for me; MCM stuff, and an army of eager ex's; FFS; I have used my new cell phone to break up with better women (THIS YEAR) than most men will ever know. Date for quality, people. This category needs to stop...

Comments From The Peanut Gallery: News headlines? "It's all Pizza and Milkshakes, people." (In this skin-deep love society!)...

A thought to take with you: "Remember everything is right until it's wrong. You'll know when it's wrong."--Ernest Hemingway

“History would be a wonderful thing – if it were only true.”--Leo Tolstoy

"The notion that a radical is one who hates his country is naive and usually idiotic. He is, more likely, one who likes his country more than the rest of us, and is thus more disturbed than the rest of us when he sees it debauched. He is not a bad citizen turning to crime; he is a good citizen driven to despair."--H.L. Mencken (SBC)

"The first computers had humans wandering around inside them!" (from "One Ring To Rule Them All...Technology My Precious" Nicholson 1968; YouTube)...this is worth noting as it is an indirect early/first "mixing" of iron and clay. Did nobody notice? This "evolving" human battle (we exist in) was lost in the 1960's, okay? So don't act dumb NOW when you realize that computer metals are inside us, and We Are The Final Mixing Of Iron And Clay. Or; we are on the last step before the final mixing of iron and clay. Now we should be given a choice between a 'Christ cookie', or, a 'smart-dust cannibal soup of our own design'. "Death by Christ cookie" is the true completion of the human circuit; not "eternal human life through ingested technology". Layers. Words with new meanings are going to be used against distracted humans. I should write more science fiction, too. Ha. Sleep tight.

Let's Talk About Feelings: I am a Spiritual Being, working within an enclosed system...All snowglobes are enclosed by glass (like Mom's old house). Got it? Covered By Glass...Nothing is "new"; this is just "awareness". It's like a Differing New Awareness...How many opposing ways do we need to approach this; and we are not talking about feelings anymore...Feelings: whoa whoa whoa, feelings...Yes; THIS is what I needed! I needed a NEW way to feel even more disconnected from reality; I was getting way too comfortable with the current levels of painful instabilities and fuzzy wave receptions. Thank God I am only this aware.

Oregon Bumper Stickers: "Fish Fear Me",

Band names: "Fossilized Frauds" (Jeranism), Self-Proclaimed Genius, "Molting Goldfinches" (Static Girl's website), Tesselated Hexagons (graphene), Fibrous Chemtrails, "Hotwired Prius" (Bill Burr), "Permanent Time-Slip" 9-26-18,

New words? "Docillate" is the descriptive word I used talking to Static Girl about the sub-plot of the Serenity movie where a 'less aggressive individual mentality' was the desire, but the resulting 1% of Reavers "ate" the 99% of the docile. Ha. I understand the humor in going back to watch it again; I'm very lucky to have such hi-tech learning outlets (and a computer nerd/sci-fi babe girlfriend)...With vegan cold coffee, and other nourishing liquid chick movies to enjoy while watching remade videos on the true nature of the soylent green we drink.



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!

The
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





Poems:



Commentaries:

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:







LINKS TO REAL PEOPLE !


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.



RIP DAX V







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


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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.)


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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 "Rotten.com" yet?).


Stranger Places:

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

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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If you feel that you simply must e-mail me for some reason:

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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.