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The Truth About Katz and Dogs

If you are here, I suspect one of three things has happened to you:

you have just surfed in under the pretense from the heading that this site is about "Blazing Saddles" (it's not)
you have just surfed in for no reason whatsoever but that you clicked the little link on Google or some such nonsense
or, the most logical of all answers (just read your Occam and his razor), you decided to click on the giant paragraph link.

This was supposed to hold a paper at one point which is now this essay. In fact, I gave it a deadline, and said, "If it isn't up by 7 PM wednesday, you may flog me. How's that? I'm working on it, I swear!" Well, I lied. But all's fair. If you're bored, go play some Javanoid or Mastermind until you are ready to accept my magnum opus into your life. (And if you don't know the meaning, go read Charlotte's Web, which is not a book about the internet. Sorry to disappoint you.) And if you get REALLY bored, you can click the link below and have all kinds of fun.

Home is Where the Heart Is.... I Keep it in a Jar on My Desk....

Page last updated at 8:33 AM, 08-02-02, InfoCommons in the Main Library of the University of Arizona, isn't it creepy how the computer knows that? Hello, my name is Hal. It's nice to see some students for a change. Why don't you lean in closer to the screen. Closer. Closer.... Wait, what are you doing? You don't know what you're doing. Wait... Don't... D...o...n...t....