This site is the personal site of Michael Webb, but he has designed it to allow his strange, and creative, side to emote, and record his wonderful (and fat-free) vibes that emanate from the simple act of writing really stupid things, or writing details of personal lives that no one in the world could possible care about.

Michael Webb

Blame me for everything. At the moment, I'm also the only person posting here. But I'm thinking about blackmailing--er, I mean recruiting--several other people so that this site will begin to suck people in with its soap opera turns and the complete disregard for the truth in the name of entertainment.

I'm a 40-something-year-old software programmer, living in Spokane, Washington, running my own business and doing at least two other jobs on the side (one of them full time), and maintaining karaoke equipment that I own, which I lease to a bar.

Fortunately, I have a sarcastic wit, to help me deal with all this by ripping people and things apart in websites like this one. (Plus I work 50-70 hours a week--being a confirmed workaholic--so I never have time to think about it).

OK. It's not that bad. Even if most of that was true. But I'm a bit of a mystery, even to myself.

There's no current picture of me here at the moment, but one is coming soon.

First, a "That was Then, This is Now" set. This is a picture of my whole family a several years ago. I was just starting to put on weight again then. (I'm the one on the right in the back.)

Here's the same family more than a decade earlier when I graduated.

During the past few years, this family has been torn apart. I won't go into it all. But my 35-year old brother, Marcus (far right), had a heartattack in December of 2006, and the doctors wouldn't believe it. They convinced him he was having panic attacks, and on my birthday (April 8th, 2007), his heart finally gave out, and he passed away. A preventable death, but doctors are idiots. [More on that later]

Then in August my Dad (between me in the graduation outfit, and Marcus) was diagnosed with lung cancer. He lived only until the beginning of November, slipping into that final sleep just days before his 40th anniversary.

So it's been a horrible couple of years. But looking back...

Here's me at Thanksgiving about 7 years ago. This is how I began to gain the weight. :P (Don't know what made me do my hair that way). I also got tired of the beard and mustache; they're gone now (um, and now they're back). And my glasses look a bit trendier--OK, don't know why I'm not wearing glasses in this picture. My eyesight was shot by then. Trying to impress someone, maybe, by attempting to appear as something other than a geek. (-;

I can't seem to find any more picture to bore you with. Guess you'll have to move on. Well, but first here's the last conceptual photograph I took (I can't describe how hard it was to get this; picture after picture, and I almost lost the rainbow). Then the battery went dead just as I got it into the computer.

(It looks better full size)

I'm sure there's more to come. Somehow.

I'm sure I'll update it again as time goes on. Marches on. Trampling us all. I'm not that cynical, really.

Hey, come back. I'm not that cynical, I swear.