jprovo's Unfolding Web Louou

Quidquid Latine dictum sit, Altum viditur.


Every page on the net is "under construction". These pages are "under mutation"; they change every time they are visited, barring a few nescessary constants. If you're lazy enough to stay here fifteen minutes and your browser supports META tags, we'll reload the page for you.

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Rather Obvious Joe Provo Fact Number Seventy:
He converted H Mackeirnan to the Church of the SubGenius for the sole purpose of having H's buy-in on producing the World Premiere of Brooks Carruthers' play Killing "Bob". It worked.

"No matter what your position, if you're working for someone else you are kneeling SLAVE swallowing your integrity. HOW'S THAT PELLET TASTE, MAN-GERBIL?"
- Joe Provo

Go check out Saki's World!

Want more spew? Here's a list of my latest video games.

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

Some years ago, an eager student came upon a learned master by a large tree.
"Oh Master," said the student, "What is the spirit of a boy?"
Upon hearing this, the master bounced an acorn off the student's nose.
With that, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe