Mister Fowler's Neighborhood
The Geek Shall Inherit The Mirth.
All the muse that's fit to print.
Private Eyes they're watching you, they see your every move.
Ooh Flash, I love your pants. Wanna play Risk?
Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your game
You make me sick, I make...
The intranets and other tecknerdlogical stuff like 'at.
Pigeons who can't be holed.
Hello My Friends, Hello
Post here first, so we know when everyone has joined.
Where servicing the customer is always the job at hand. Wait, that didn't come out right. Wait, neither did that. Nevermind.