Welcome! This is obviously a brand new (as of July 2000) section of my website! Muhahahahaha! I feel so great! Anyway, as you can tell by the head title, this page will include a "Thought Of The Day" from me! Not that I plan to update everyday or anything...

Thought of the day for 7/5/2000: Don't drink and walk...

Thought of the day for 7/6/2000: IN THE NAAAVYY! YES, YOU CAN SAIL THE SEVEN SEEEAAS! IN THE NAAAVVYYYY! YES, YOU CAN PUT YOUR MIND AT EEEAASE!

Thought of the day for 7/7/2000: There is nothing one can do to prevent a war.

Thought of the day for 7/8/2000: One can never understand everything.

Thought of the day for 7/9/2000: It pays to ... pay. Uhh...

Thought of the day for 7/10/2000: There is always something that one cannot accomplish.

Thought of the day for 10/5/2000: Urgh. I miss chatting in #CoffeeHouse and beating up people, regs or newbies. I miss the days of #RemusReceptionDesk and #BabbleOn even more. Damn you, MSN!

Thought of the day for 11/7/2000: HELL IS EVERYWHERE!

Thought of the day for 01/21/2001: I just can't understand why anyone would want to be "trendy". The very concept boggles my mind.

Thought of the day for 01/22/2001: Having just sat down and thought over my 3 year's worth of internet chatting experience (and reading lots of old chat transcripts), I have come to realize that there are really two generalized public ideas concerning my intelligence: One beleives that I has less inteligent and brian power than they does, while the other firmly believes that I'm a manipulative bastard hiding behind a mask known as "stupidity". Heh. And as bizarre as this may sound, I actually like these ideas. >;)

Thought of the day for 01/24/2001: It's Chinese New Year today, so I guess I should be celebrating. Yet here I am ...

Thought of the day for 03/30/2001: April Fools Day is coming up, and I still haven't thought of any good pranks yet. WHY HAVEN'T I THOUGHT OF A GOOD PRANK YET!?!? Yes, that was a rhetorical question.

Thought of the day for 5/18/2004: I've had about 3 years to think, so you'd assume that I've become an air conditioner of thoughts (yes -- "air conditioner"). But you're wrong. I still can't think of anything worthy or even coherent to say. The last three sentences here should prove that.

Return to Hell!