The
title of this site comes from the following passage, as it
struck me as an interesting concept as well as a colourful
phrase when I came across it.
"The
techniques of autostimulation are extremely various.
Just as one can notice that stroking oneself in a certain way
can produce certain only partially and indirectly controllable
but definitely desirable effects (and one can then devote some
time and ingenuity to developing and exploring the techniques
for producing those desirable effects in oneself), so one can
also come to recognize that talking to oneself, making
pictures for oneself, singing to oneself, and so forth, are
practices that often have desirable effects. Some people
are better at these activities than others. Cognitive
autostimulation is an acquired and intimately personal
technique, with many different styles."
--Daniel
C. Dennett, Elbow Room
This
site doesn't have many visitors at the moment, but that will
hardly affect the content or frequency of posts herein.
I hope that doesn't bother you ... like it matters.
You may follow this link to add your own comment, but this is
what another "visitor" had to say
I
have been webmastering my own sites for several years now. (You
could say I've been the master of my own domain.) My
original home site entitled The
World Bri'ed Web is now in its seventh incarnation or
so. I write and record music, and use the site incessantly to
pitch the albums to all few of my visitors. I now invite you
to read my thoughts, rants, tidbits, musings, and brain-rains.*
May your stay be full of fruit.
*Brain-rain:
(n) Not as severe as a brain-storm, and hardly as vulgar as a
brain-fart, but somewhere safely in between.
June 16, 2005 I WONDER IF SPIELBURG SIGNED OFF ON THAT
I have no comments on anything timely. It's hard enough to believe that random newcomers to this single blog, just one in a billion, are interested in delving through my archives, let alone in search of nuggets of wisdom and punditry concerning the likes of Michael Jackson's accountability, Terry Schiavo's autopsy, and/or Kathy Hilton's audacity (you know, Paris' mom!) [shutter] So, I don't wish to update with short pieces of brilliance, knowing they're destined for obscurity in a back page somewhere on the server. Not at this time, anyway. No, I feel much more amused at the notion that if someone, somewhere, happens to come across this miniscule blurb in my website, they will be reading the intriguing description of an adult film.
When a pair of time-traveling alien beauties stumble across Earth as it was one million years ago, they are confronted by a menage-a-trois of sex-crazed cave-girls and a land populated by rumbling dinosaurs.
It's not before long that the fur-clad lesbian cave-babes get down to some serious grunting and groaning and teach the curious space visitors a thing or two about juicy Jurassic love.
I'm sorry, "It's not before long"? Juicy Jurassic love? Is that really what it says? Yes. Yes, it is. Thanks to John for the chain reaction of synapse firings this blurb started that will ultimately be my undoing, as I check myself into the asylum. It's better, quite frankly, than the mind-numbing haze and zombie-esque affectations brought on by television these days. At least self-aware people can fill out a form and consciously check the box labled "Does this patient require a padded room?"
Oh, and for the record: No. I do not want to be a Hilton. 3:31 AM
I
have been webmastering my own sites for several years now. (You
could say I've been the master of my own domain.) My
original home site entitled 
June 16, 2005