I like the attention and publicity. It also serves as a vent-fest, a place to put pictures from the d-cam, and it makes me feel loved.

No. Deal with it. And I have made it a lot more organised; you should've seen what this thing looked like when I fist came up with the content structure.

I build and test in Mozilla on Linux (which is eerily similar to Netscape 7.X), with a browser width set to 800 pixels. Since you're most likely doing something different, what you see is probably not what I see, so I've decided that it doesn't matter which browser is used to view this page. I've also added some slick/clunky (depending on your opinion of it) javascript to make the dynamic html work in Netscape 4.X, 6.X, and 7.X, as well as MSIE, but there are no guarantees. E-mail me if you have specific questions.

As of v.11, I no longer double-check what the thing looks like in Netscape 4.X (or Opera or MSIE, for that matter). Basically, I'm assuming that the Netscape 7 standards will cover most browsers out there, so any year now, this thing will probably stop supporting Netscape 4.X. My advice: either upgrade, or just "cross your fingers and hope for the best."

Initially, my stuff started out as an experiment to test the power of html -- to see what kinds of things could be done. Once I discovered that, I started working on content, and to that end, Theresa, everyone's favorite mortal enemy, has been a big influence...web pages are for venting! Yeeeeah!

Theresa (pronounced "tree-saw") was a fellow rescommie of mine who introduced me to the mythical Calvin. She is also Eric's mortal enemy and to a certain extent, Cynthia's too. Nowdays, she's in grad school in Indiana.

He is my switched-at-birth-twin. Apparently, our moms met in the hospital, and our dads even worked together and ran into each other there too. Or so says my mom. Anyhow, we were born on the same day. He's a foot taller than I. Growing up, my mom would always talk about this Calvin dude who lives in soCal who was born on the same day in the same hospital as me. Funny how we both ended up at UCB.

Eric was my CS150 lab partner who doubled as root@rescomp, allowing me to keep hosing the jukebox and keep over 200M of crap in my home directory during Spring 2000. He is one of the nicest religious people I know of (in that he doesn't try to force his particular faith onto others and respects everyone individually), and also is the one who gave me Unexploded Cow.
Cynthia is a boy-band fanatic who actually managed to get me to learn the words to some Backstreet Boys songs, as well as some choice scenes of Cruel Intentions.

It's hidden amongst the links. Your challenge is to find it. =P

Because I was born in the year of the lamb (sheep, lamb, same diff). Besides, I don't know how you can make a pit bull look so cute!

As of June 2001, when I rearranged the directory structure of everything, I accidentally blew it away. Besides, I finally matured to the point where I stopped quantifying how much people loved me by the number of hits to my web page. Man, how silly and shallow was I back then? (wait, don't answer that!)

Johann is supposedly a variant of "Jon." Besides, this way, they can call me "Johann Sebastian Bach" Choy (if you don't get it, say it out loud).

That would be Shawn Cronin, Defenseman, #44, in game 1 of the first round of the 1994 playoffs against Detroit. I think the goalie for the Wings was Bob Essensa, but I'm not sure.

Because he's big (6-6). The rest speaks for itself.

Yes. I admit it. The difference is that my moron driving results in something that entertains you. You don't see cell-phone drivers publishing transcripts of their phone conversations on the 'net or anything, do you?

Because I can. And because you don't have write access to my files! Hahahahaha!

No one is normal. By definition, "normal" is an average of some population. Now that being the case, we are all at varying degrees of weird. But philosophical tangents aside, are you insecure about your own individuality and uniqueness? Is this why you project your own fear of un-normalness onto me and think less of me for it (when you're really thinking less of yourself)? Just asking....

Awesome. Life is great! 2004 is going to be a year to kick all ass!

Because I'm too lazy to delete it.