An archive of text files from the beginning of the Internet. Most of them are from old Usenet postings regarding guns, drugs, and other politics. “That is not lost which can eternal lie, and with strange cycles even 404 may archive.”
There is nothing quite like the hunger you get at three in the morning when everyone else has gone to sleep. If you’re hanging with the late crowd in San Diego, come and see where you can time out for a bite after midnight!
“Have you no Honor?” “Aye indeed. I keep it at the bottom of my backpack and take it out to shine it up and look at it on windy nights in the wilderness, by the fire. It looks grand, I tell you. But it is poor company, and doesn’t keep one warm.”—Torm, Knight of Myth Drannor