The World's Homepage, submitted by Choolooloo. There is being and there is nothing and a good deal of philosophy is devoted to pondering the difference, if any exists, between the two. To this meditation of void add the world's homepage. It is blank and meaningless, but is it truly without meaning? Or is its lack of meaning a meaning unto itself, inviting us, prompting us, to fill that void with meaning?
If a link is clicked when no one is around is start.wav really played? What proof do we have that our existence, the sum total of our experiences, is not just some embed written in VRML? Do we think, or are we made to think that we think?
About:blank. Cool, crisp, hollow like a favorite boot. Dig deep. Fill it up, man, and feel the future. Or bookmark Google News, whatevah.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
U2 and Apple have conspired to place a U2 album into your music in the year 2014. You own a U2 album. And you can't get rid of it.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
Awful Links of the Day spotlights the worst and weirdest websites on the internet. And we're not talking "weird" in a good way either.