Sitting in computer class for idiots. People are presenting their web designs. If I have to hear, "so I stuck this in a table to line things up" one more time I’ll puke. Tables are to present tabular data. Tables are not a formatting tool. If people insist on continuing this stylistic crime, browsers will…

Excellent artichoke sub for lunch today. Fezboy! believes that the artichoke is the most underappreciated vegetable out there. Well, back to work, a Fezboy!‘s work is never done. Today is "redesign the on-line brochures" day. Joy. . .

Oh dear sweet Jesus, he’s back. Rod McKuen should be chained to the RNC and cast overboard.

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This feels a little petty and slightly Freudian, but Fezboy!is compelled to share the weirdness that is his mother. Yes, Mother of Fezboy! was turned loose on the Internet about a year ago. Fezboy! thought that after time her interest would fade, but, alas Fezboy! was mistaken. It seems that the concept of a captive…

Jesus, you would not believe the problems Fezboy! just had trying to post the last message. Fezboy! thinks he just killed about fifteen minutes here . . .

Okay, Fezboy! is okay. And now Fezboy! is off to beddie bye. Tomorrow we’ll work on spicing up the content a bit.

p>And now you are saying to yourself, “That damned Fezboy, when will he ever come back with more witticisms?” Well, your, or is that my, time has come. Even now, as we asynchronously interact, Fezboy is mired in another of what appears to be a long series of grad classes that are geared towards the…

Yes, Fezboy is once again up against the clock. There is so much to say, and even though I’ve been typing, my throat is sore. I would like to apologize for those who read yesterday’s post, and, well, you were in on the ground floor at least. I hope to not use phrases like ‘skin…

I am Fezboy! Given free reign makes me smiley and joyful. For now at least, I think we should get to know one another. You can email me at Fezboy so I get to know you, and you can just read along like all the others to get to know me. Pardon the drab and…