Good Times . . . Good Times!

Uffish Thoughts was going all nostalgic today on ancient weblore. She mentions Hamsterdance and the Ate My Balls craze. It was the mid-nineties, children; a simpler time when television had never even thought of a Dancing Baby, and gophers fought https in tiny cock-fight style rings.

Wired Magazine was still wearing pull-ups and it was a long distance call to my ISP. Yes, children, back in the Neiman Marcus $100 Cookie days there was a story - a story of a whale. It was a large whale, and a dead whale, and it stank a fang-mouthed, Catagory 5, stink.

Return with me now, dear children, to a moment of web history, and enjoy the never-ending story of the Exploding Whale.