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Time traveler from the now.
This is a public outreach of Psy Co. Heavy Industries. Interested candidates may apply within.
Anyone looking at this is now implicitly inducted into Shit Club.
The first rule of Shit Club is that we do not talk about Shit Club.
The second rule of Shit Club is that we do not talk about Shit Club.
Cesspool Cleaners Unite!
Last surviving member of The FisTemple of "Bob" Yetisyn congregation of the Northern Provinces, Dobbstown East.
Grand High Arch Exalted UberPope of The First Church of Shatnerology, Protector of All Things Toupeed, and Defender of The Rind.
Writer of novels, books of stories, scripts (eg, "The Crow" and tv including Deep Space Nine), and songs for Blue Oyster Cult and his own music projects which include Spaceship Landing in a Cemetery and the Screaming Geezers. The Reverend John Shirley is the Grand High Inquisitor and Ipsissimus of the Church of the Subgenius.
AI programmer amateur
I make silicon do smart stuff
Phineas Narco, curator of The National Cynical Network
Church of the SubGenius, Member
The piano has been drinking. The jukebox has to take a leak. The carpet needs a haircut. You can't find your waitress with a geiger counter and she hates all your friends and you. The bouncer is a sumo wrestler. The piano has been drinking, not me.
of Mind's Forge
I love and protect "13"
Half Beard, Half Man, Half Sam.
Science does not remove the terror of the Gods!
A MONSTER KID, FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL REASON, TOO WEIRD TO LIVE, TOO RARE TO DIE, AND ONE STRANGE MAN.
Send stickers, art, music, books, zines, and any correspondence to:
Temple of the Milk Crate
P. O. Box 385
Tallmadge, OH 44278-0385
Include SASE/stamps/$2 bills or something really cool and you will get something back in return!
Bio has been redacted for treasons of rational insecurity. Otherwise some kinda code based snake charmer and #noise maker in the Holy Weird Land.
Largely a mythical figure, his home planet, Electron, blew up into pieces - many fragments - and he is trying to piece together why he is here.
I’m the peas of iT
Nuncio, Church of the Subgenius