The Original TALKER "the world wide webs first real-time chat site" : With scripting by Brad Demers, code snippets from Matt Wright's guestbook program, time code by Crazy Love and icon by Pete Desnoyer, the only thing remotely original about this site is the depths to which the "creator"/site admin has sunk to in his attempts to use other peoples hard work and good reputation for his own personal gain. If you do drop in, be prepared to tune out, because the so-called "creator" and his malodorous sidekick consider it a private site, rather than a public forum.Voicing opinions or thoughts that differ from their own, or standing up for yourself or for what you believe, are considered acts of aggression and you will be banned. Not only do we take umbrage to the sites name, but also to the perversions of the ideals the Talker once represented. Talker? HA! Not even the pestilent pissants ego is large enough to contain that contradiction.

The Communique : This new chatsite is the wiser cousin to "The Greenhouse". Where we will openly concede that in comparison to the aforementioned "talker", a site solely consisting of an image of skidmark on pair of underpants would have recieved a better review-we must admit, as much as it pains us, that this chat is rudimently good.Bad news is that even though we did see some old,familiar faces,their posts were even older, and judging by the contents, their experience was the same.We're not surprised since some of these people couldn't locate their ass with two hands and a map, why would finding each other be any easier? Til they manage to connect or the site recieves more traffic they should change the sites name to The Incommunicado

LINKS TO THE LOST BUT,FOUND DIRechat: Dense&Company
T3: Equine imbeciles
NetCentral: Snarfin' retards-crypdick,firewanker et al

Dear Prospective Dogcatchers;

Who am I?
    I am an explosively charismatic individual. You may have seen me on the six o'clock news, where I am frequently shown rescuing animals and small children from burning houses, helping the elderly cross the street, or healing lepers with the spittle from my mouth.

    I am worshipped as a god in several small Asian countries, Ann Landers writes to me for advice, and animals rarely urinate on me.
    Perhaps you have read my award-winning prose, my critically-acclaimed plays, and my heart-wretching poetry.

    My mastery of the written word has moved millions to tears, and several to other countries. I have been nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature several times, but have turned down this prestigious award in order to dedicate my energy to saving the endagered Fijian freshwater clam. There is a small but important Baltic state named after the pet name of my johnson.

    I am a fabulous lover, scholar, and cricket player. I am exciting, adventurous, romantic, daring and I look great drapped on spanndex sheets. On my last lunch break I discovered the meaning of life and boloney in the same spontaneous thought. My car never breaks down and I always call the morning after.

    I can perform public relation miracles. I have the Dhali Lama's home number, I am on a first name basis with many world leaders.Both the Pope and Satan owe me several personal favors, and Elvis is alive and well, living in my basement.

    I have degrees in engineering, chemistry, physics, mathematics, and underwater basketweaving.I am a cunning linquist and have to power to throw you into mind bending orgasam with one uttered sound. I do not require sleep, sustanance or air. My last team psychoanalysts cried when I left their services.

    Important high ranking officials trust me with classified government information.My dentist is amazed by my excellent dental hygiene,my baker is impressed by my knowledge of grains and I create stunning noodle-art. And if I wanted to, I could shoot fire out of my ass.

  And last but most importantly, I,like yourself,also possess the ablity to compose self-serving and humorously inaccurate claims about myself, and my true identity.

Dirt
Editor of the Talker/T2 Tabs