Its The Server
*grumble* *grumble* I’ll teach that machine for failing to email me comments over the last month… Day 1 on new server starts now!
And while I’m writing, I might as well assist with a request for more about America We Stand As One. Click through to see a few screen shots of the video. (For those with skinny pipes)
More updates soon…







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anonymous says:
Added on April 27th, 2005 at 6:41 amWhat?! The fleeting moment wasn’t painful enough for you? Must you further test our endurance with the lingering agony of stills?
sullivat says:
Added on May 2nd, 2005 at 7:07 pmUSA man certainly seems to have given himself a kind of angelic power. I guess it’s true what they say - angels do have mullets and wear cowboy boots.
pedestriansaga says:
Added on May 3rd, 2005 at 10:54 pmdear anonymous,
i believe that you’re really dirty girl and that your grumbling is merely the expression of your bitter frustration that dennis madalone doesn’t have a thicket of chest hair sprouting from beneath his patriotic tank top.
admit it!
sincerely,
pedestrian saga
Dirty Girl says:
Added on May 4th, 2005 at 1:09 pmDang! I KNEW this fine art was missing SOMETHING to really pull me in and experience the emotion of this message. It just couldn’t hold my attention long enough. Surely a glimpse of manly tuft here and there would have done the trick.
Is it under there, Dennis?! What are you trying to hide? Don’t hold back, now! Maybe you just haven’t given your passionate all, in spite of all that fist clenching. Maybe clamping onto that tank top and splitting it right off your torso as a finale? Or would that be as taboo as burning the flag? Just a suggestion…
pedestriansaga says:
Added on May 4th, 2005 at 7:02 pmSo fist-clenching and muscle-flexing can cause chest hair to sprout? My dad always said it was eating peas that did it. (And he thought that would actually MOTIVATE me to eat them!)
Ehm, Scott? Maybe we’re ready for a new post here?
L. Claude says:
Added on May 4th, 2005 at 8:25 pmYEAH! Let’s post comments until this entry bursts! Hint, hint: ENTERTAIN US!
Nay, dad, my gramps always said it was raw onions! He must have been determined to break the family genetic code; he used to love eating sliced raw onions at dinner. I don’t know that it ever worked, however. The men in my family suffer from a sad lack of chest hair. My fascination with Mr. T’s chest hair moved my father to say that it was up to him to bring genetic diversity to the family. Here I am with my strange preferences ensuring that human evolution and superior diversity endures, even out of the stone age. You furless fellas could be endangered! Global warming? Ha! There’ll be and ice age along sooner or later! And my clansmen will be there to watch you amphibimales perish of exposure!