A journey into the innermost reaches of the human condition. Like Star Trek, but without the strings holding the spaceship up. Comments on everything from rock 'n roll to the state of the world to my belt. Come let us trip the light fantastic.
Drink, ye harpooneers! drink and swear, ye men that man the deathful whaleboat's bow -- Death to Moby Dick! God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his death!
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