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 18 YR. OLD PAGE HAS BEEN VERY LOW. THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN. NOW GO STARE AT YOUR PHONE SOME MORE.



SIDEBAR 231

January + February 2018


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






Aww, that's just so cute, with the 'last month we were' bullshit from 1999. It's April of 2018 now, and I have family stuff that I am attending to. So go play in your own traffic until Summer 2018, you lazy mouth-breathers. There won't be anything new here until May, and it certainly won't be pretty. So just keep on thinking whatever it is that you think is going on; with me, with you, with us, and with them. Apply your little cute versions of logic, and come to your own little conclusions. You're all certainly so much smarter than I am. Right?





Reading:

Watching:

Class Projects:

movies together:

Shit I watch alone:

Comedians: Go fuck yourself. The world is not ready for what I call comedy.

Crappy cable movies:

Play it Again's:

WTF Is Hollywood Up To Now?

Watching and Hearing:

Now with faster than dial-up internet; Youtubing:

Hearing: The Orb "Metallic Spheres",

New on the radio;

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:

Out and About:

Singing: "Grey Cell Green"--Ned's Atomic Dustbin, "Carnival"--Natalie Merchant (held-over from last month's purchases), "Sound of Winter"--Bush, "Night Flight"--Led Zeppelin, more "In The Flesh"--Pink Floyd,

What I want today:

New stuff this month or so:

This Month of bargain-shopping (Dollar Tree, Cash King, Big Lots, etc.):

Occupational Hazards:

Personal shit for my own memory banks this month (My Journal): This is only going to go till 12-13-17, then we're in middle earth for 2 weeks.

Came back, and now Mom needs me in Florida. Did that, but Mom will need me more. And again; a couple of times in February. Great.

Closing Thoughts, and Final Summaries for the month:

Pinball and Golden Tee stuff:

Pinball Knights last month:

Poker stuff:

Grammar:

New foods this month:

This month of Blues Jamming:

My trials and trib.s as a critical believer in the concept of God:

What's different here than in college town:

What's different here than dumbass Arizona:

What is so cool about Oregon?

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

How Does Your Garden Grow? (Tales from our community garden plot):

Life with Static Girl:

My FCP has this for me:

My Crystal Method:

Comments From The Peanut Gallery:

A thought to take with you:

Oregon Bumper Stickers:

Band names:

New words?



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:



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







E-MAIL


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

Send your oh-so-extremely-valued comments to the Overnight Guy by clicking here







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.