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Joe's most recent visit: 15 August 1999

Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.
"Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for 20 yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again.
"As I thought," he said. "No better from this side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, that's what it is."
There was a crackling noise in the bracken behind him, and out came Pooh.
"Good morning, Eeyore," said Pooh.
"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."
Which sums up my philosophy of life. If, in spite of that, you have decided you want to see more of my slightly eccentric, morbidly whimsical little world, I suggest a leisurely stroll up the hill to the Great Hall, my own virtual cathedral of gloom. Alternatively, transport directly to:

I think the mere existence of this page begs the question of how I got to be the man I am today. For a start at an answer, please consult the stela off to the left, which describes in Mayan heiroglyphics my ancestry and exploits. If it helps, there is an English version carved on the back of the stone.


Not for the Faint of Heart

Many visitors to Joe's Gloomy Spot have said, "Well, Joe, I know something about you, but what would you think of me if you knew me?" Now you can find the answer. Yes, I'm pleased-as-punch to offer you a chance to take the interactive Joe Compatibility Quiz.


Just yonder is a small stone building--a Greek temple in miniature, now overgrown by ivy and starting to crumble with the weight of time. Two small urns at the door contain only withered husks of flowers left ages ago, when people remembered the occupants of the mausoleum. I've taken to using the place as storage, for a selection of favorite spots of mine, which I fondly call Links Macabre.

Off to one side, carved into the trunk of a stunted and misshapen tree, one can find

The Disturbing Word of the Fortnight

The Current Disturbing Word is:

Complacency

A rather overgrown path leads around the tree, to a small glade, in which might be found past Disturbing Words.
 
 

Since November, 1995, 1,300 unfortunate souls have visited Joe's Gloomy Spot. (Infernal accounting by WebCounter.)

Joseph W. Laszlo: jlaszlo@concentric.net

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