Lake Mary Ramshackle
I've got my computer up and running now, but only by doing a clean format install on Brent's old 1.2Gig HD. That's fine, so long as I only want to install a couple-few programs, but I don't. I'm a pack-rat, both with crappy old electronic devices and crappy computer games, programs and files. To conserve HD space, I oughta burn all the photos I have onto a CD and sell my image as a collection of purchasable artwork for use by graphic designers across the galaxy. $100 would buy you a picture of me in high school with long flowing hair and a Umungous T-Shirt on, Ideal for marketing your website (this guy does/doesn't surf here) or laxative (this guy does/doesn't poop). It'll be a new sensation, like Drop-shadows and Glowing Logos, and those planetary rings that all the old companies started putting around their tired old corporate identities a few years ago. Instead of adding flames or wings to a logo, try the charm of my face. Rather than resorting to a cute spokes-pig or something, try using pictures of me. Nobody looking at your old webpage from College anymore? Increase the me. Your personal zines not selling, even when they're free? Try upping the Joel-to-worthless-crap-about-bands-you-like Ratio. Consumers want content these days, and that's what I'm all about. In fact, that's about the only content I have on MY website.
Hey, it got you here.
