WARNING!
                  THIS PAGE IS MINE, ALL MINE!
     EVERYTHING ON THIS WEB PAGE IS PROTECTED BY COPYRIGHT!

That includes MINDSTORMS, a name which Lego has stolen from my site
as the name of some kind of monstrous mechanical vermin.  Go on
your own voyages straight to the heart of the savage id, and stop
plagiarizing material that's better than the crap you come up with
on your own.  Not only this infringement on my rights will not be
tolerated, but any future theft of ideas or names as well.

Keep your thieving hands off my Mindstorms, my fearsome and
fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id, where even Brain
O'dick knows fear and loathing.  Where Muhammad Ali is the only DJ
you can hear after 3:00.  Where the Vast Active Destructive
Intelligence System from the planet Lucifer has driven the entire
world insane--see it all here and don't let some stupid
manufacturer of cheap toys try to preempt the name for themselves.

What's the difference, you may ask?  Their toy has a motor, mine
has a malleable motor, a Soft Machine feeling for a point of
intersection while down at the street corner a streetwalker named
Desiree waits to shiver timbers and blow woodies in a carefully
orchestrated Alfalfa High conspiracy.

This includes respecting my rights as inventor of the Invisible
Hog.  No matter how many Hog-o and Nebulous Awards he may have won. 
Not merely the Hog, but all things in Invisible City and the
Invisible landscape which surrounds it.  This includes Satellite
Butte, not to mention the Cat's Foot Hills and the Iron Claw
Mountains.

This notice was necessitated by seeing on TV tonight a commercial
by Lego toys for "MINDSTORMS."  Look out, you filthy toy
manufacturers, I'm coming to get you!  I'm suing in order to keep
from having a toy company with some stupid trademark trying to
dictate terms to me about what I can call or publish such material
as was copyrighted long before some asshole in advertising surfed
onto my web site and plagiarized my title.

To me, it's almost as awful as the Invisible Hog plagiarizing
Nietzsche.  And who gives a damn about his mutt?  And it's dog,
dog, Mr. Invisible Hog, drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee
was clogged.  And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, the
day his doggie died.  LET'S MOURN THE MUTT!  AH, POOR DEAD DUMB
DOGGIE!

All right, so maybe this file is a little hypocritical.  After all,
I've got FEAR AND LOATHING IN THE BATMOBILE here.  And I'm not
taking it off unless I get hassled by Brand Ecch.

In any case, I really did used to drive the Batmobile.  It was a
used Chrysler New Yorker from about the time I was born which was
known far and wide in the Invisible landscape as "the Batmobile"
because of the huge fins on the side and the transmission in need
of repairs which always took off in a squeal of burning rubber. 
This by itself, I feel, gives me a certain right to the used car,
if only in autobiographical material.

So beware, future word-pirates!  Your perfidy will not go
unpunished.  Here i take my stand at the center of the cosmos.  Not
to mention the Savage Id.

Nicotine-free Jim