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I'm getting smarter, I finally punched something that couldn't sue me.

What happened in 2K that night?

I am down on whores and shant quit ripping them.

Ich aß ihn auch.

Your Humble Webmaster, who stopped making sense long ago   and has far too much time on his hands now, bids you welcome.       

Did anybody remember to bring the Dramamine?

Simply abominable, and I should know.

The doctor will see you now.

We have twelve days to celebrate Yuletide, ho ho!

The Hermits of Harlem

Hier ist jeder Tag Silvester.

The Laird of Boleskine  

Was zum Fick?

The Laws of Madness

He preferred the party of Old Hickory.

A bartender works behind the wood, behind the mahogany or behind the stick, the last referring to the tap lever used to draw draft beer. Wherever you work you are behind the stick, whether there actually is one or not.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

A mulligan would have been nice.

Offensichtlich ich muss Yorick sein, als die anderen sind viel zu hässlich.

Able was I ere I saw Elba.

Michaelis, ego praesumere?

Да благословит нас Бог, всех.

Dastardly deeds will be avenged.

Another portrait by Joe Coleman 

Eine gesunder Träger

Are we there yet?

I am just gobsmacked by it all.

The Fifth Beatle

Vaffanculo

Lügner, Lügner, Hosen auf Feuer! Ich bin der echte Yorick, und lass das sein das Letzte Wort. Sind wir klar?

Martin Bergen was a catcher for the Boston Beaneaters from 1896 to 1899, helping them win the National League pennant in 1897 and 1898. In 1900 he murdered his wife, six year old daughter and three year old son with an axe. Using a straight edge razor, he then cut his throat with such force to almost behead himself. Bergen received one vote for the Hall of Fame in 1937 and another in 1938.

Ich war besser als du.

Devil in the White City

I sure beat some blog's RSS feed.

The Scream  by Edvard Munch

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Here There Be Madness, Mayhem, Murder Most Foul, Smokin' Hot Women, Rockin' Juke Music And Other Merriment. Faint Of Heart Or Afflicted With Tender Sensibilities? Begone!

When is a door not a door? When it is ajar.

Come see about me. I won't disappoint.

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why – I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.

                   Tom Brown (1662-1704)

Hat er komisch schmecken?

Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade

Il faut que je fasse la baiser de cette belle femme.

The Rock of Mosholu - was the Stone Throne a volcano in another age of an earlier epoch during a preceding period from some era that came before this eon?   

The Gates of Hell  by Auguste Rodin

Melius est regnare in Inferno quam servire in Caelis est.

Impostor apage! Ego sum verum Yorick.

Just how did those 15 minutes of fame work out for you?

​​We pay homage to this good fellow for a reason that should be self-evident as you journey forth, unless of course it ain't.

Das kann nicht gut sein.

Unum diem veniam enim tuus etiam.

Die Zeit ist gekommen um von vielen Dingen zu sprechen.

Ego cibum Yorick.

Der Süden wird wieder auferstehen!

Heu, pauper Yorick, ego nesciebam eum, Horatio.

Ein schöner Blumenstrauß für Ihren Bescheidenen Webmeister

A portrait by Joe Coleman 

Mr. Monster