Tumbleweeds roll across the plains. A lone rider passes by. He stares into the camera for a long pause, and then slowly turns away.
Clearly, this has not been updated in awhile.
In the meantime, I've been putting stuff on philcrissman.com, looselyjoined.net, and, most recently, naiveinspirationalbullshit.posterous.com. Maybe you should visit. Or, you know, whatever.
