What Is gruntose.com?
Cryonic Suspension Ends
After a long sleep, buried comfortably in the
back 40 of the neuron farm, Gruntose stirs. The rants have been
kicked
out and the possibility of meditative stabilization re-arises.
Sources
start to percolate, blossoming somewhat with updated documentation
finally.
The Gruntose moment, like cat drool caught in amber caught in
time
saving nine, provides yet another window into the heart of phenonema
occurring
coincident with all the other phenomena. But we have huge hopes
for
the future. Real peace once we get these hawks a fat gopher to
chew
on. Serious advances in human consciousness, re-energization of
the
common man as a thinking being, the internet continuing as the great
knowledge
equalizer, so much promise if we can hold this stuff together. We
are
science fiction but we can choose what type we will be. Eschew
Blithely.
Not Just for Stuff Any More!
We at Gruntose think it's important for
every web dweller to get a sample of our strong opinion soup. That's
why the rant box has appeared up there on the top page. This is notably
noxious to some who might happen to be of the opposite political
viewpoints or of contrary opinions of equal or greater strength, which
is most everyone.
Well, all we can really think to say is this: if you want to express
your opinions, get your own web site. Gruntose is ours. We are
Gruntose.
You will be opinionized upon.
That being said, the non-opinion stuff
really is offered up to the world at large in the hopes something in
there might be useful someday. The source code is possibly the most
useful offering and will actually compile and run, given proper
incantations. We are working on improving the spellbooks almost daily
and hope to offer
really useful documentation for everything soon. Really soon. Soon,
Really. On internet time... circa 1952. Anyway, it is our dream to have
a fully self-documenting source code repository along with the other
priceless junk we have up here on Gruntose.
Everything That Our Old Site Twain.COM was and
*MORE*. Way MORE. Lots MORE. Like the paragraph below.
We've moved to a new location, but our
feisty devotion to give away a lot of stuff for nothing (at zero cost
to us and even less to you) persists. The name has changed, but
the contents remain, and they continue to progress towards some kind of
enlightened
digital consciousness. Or so our guru (Shrill Swami Skankibanana)
tells us.
Okay, your guess is as good as ours.
A park bench that isn't targeted by
birds? A lounge chair in the middle of an overgrown
cul-de-sac? The apricot with 8 eyes and 3 elbows? A
conundrum within a mystery within a run-on without a clue? The
answer to life's one big question and how you
can make money from it? An utter abyss of wasted hours and broken
dreams? The pope's second to worst fear? A liberal pulpit
with a hidden switch that turns on the fan? Tomorrow's vision of
yesterday? Today's memory of tomorrow's boring tuna-wiggle dinner
on a time thread abandoned by eating out? (What the hell does
that mean?) Leaves of brown crumbling under the squirrel's
frantic traversal of its remembered nut map after a summer of eating
the wrong kind of mushrooms? Or just an innate tolerance to the
tranquility that enfolds the woods between worlds? A long-winded
babbling rant by a near-human key twiddler? Would it matter?
Could you be more specific?
Gruntose is free. You will never be
charged for anything here unless and until the universe changes (e.g.,
Johnny Cash stops wearing black, dogmatic one-true-faithers realize
they're one of
many, Dennis Miller comes out of the closet... as a conservative
child-hating nixon worshipper, the stupid san andreas fault gets over
its blame complex and heals itself as 14,000 druidic monks wave
crystals over it, Rush Limbaugh starts making sense, etcetera yahta
yahta and so forth... the point here is improbability,
people). If you notice that anything on this site infringes on
copyrights, patents, or anything else only a truckload of new lawyers
on spring break even claims to understand the full implications of,
please inform us of this immediately. Only litigation-free
materials should be warehoused here for your perusal.
is this some kind of joke?
yes and no. okay, yes.
Realistically though, all information here
at gruntose.com and most related properties of feisty meow® concerns, ltd.
are protected under the GNU GPL.
The strict terms of the GNU General Public License apply to source code for executable
programs, but please warp this document to the best of your abilities into a
license for bitmaps, web pages and variegated informational tidbits that reside
here also. In essence, anything available on this site is yours to re-use as you see
fit, but with the provision that you leave any original copyright information
intact per the original author's requests, and in the rare instance that
the file is intellectual property of gruntose.com, then please credit
gruntose.com as the source of the material in a publicly visible
manner. Note that the accreditation clause only applies to the
material that we have actually developed (such as the web pages under
Gruntose and almost all of the background images, any original artwork
or sounds, etc); any material with other owners follows their
particular copyrights and trademarks, although we have done our best to
ensure that nothing with an active, exclusive copyright is present on
the site. Some might see these licensing statements as a legally
threatening maneuver, but this is really just to state that (1) there
are some things we have developed for this site and that we feel a
sense of kinship with and (2) that you may re-use content here how you
like providing that you're not just reselling the contents of this site
and claiming them as
your own. If this verbal salad means nothing to you, just
remember that
the copyright deities will probably give you itchy hemorrhoids for life
if
you try to misrepresent the materials of gruntose.com. So there.
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