Please enter your name here.

Or don't, in the event that your name is Farnsworth.

I genereated the original page back in 1999-2000, so please excuse any utterly retarded alt texts/window headings I forgot to replace with rambling diatribes like this one.

Do you have an e-mail address at which you may be contacted? I'll bet you do. Every guestbook asks for it. I don't know why.

Like I would e-mail you.

I should stop looking directly at the sun.

This is the part you've been waiting for. URL entry.

You might as well enter something here, because it's showing up in your entry anyway. If you don't know what a URL is then you probably don't have one.

Oooh.  Pretty

This input field is called “namepage.”

So why don't you do that. Name page.

Do you enjoy poking my dividers?

Oh, what are you whining about?

Failure to acknowledge this field will send you to a page that scolds you and orders you to go back here and acknowledge this field, so save yourself the trouble and do it now.

I don't like spaghetti.

To thank you for to take time fill out form, we offer you rare opportunity to offer your services to leader.
Do you wish to pledge loyalty to leader?

Very much like to serve leader

Finally, dost thou love me, Farnsworth?

This complaint form was obviously not brought to you by the invisible platupi at New Dream Network,
Dreamhost, and Webring, as they host guestbooks, and this is clearly not a guestbook. It's something far worse.