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.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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