about !linus

once upon a time , somewhere, someplace in yonder days of yore, possibly in a far away country (but nevertheless, most likely just around the corner), !linus came to be. it is safest to say that it was quite accidental to begin with and matters did not really improve much with the passing of time. but notwithstanding that, !linus is. and that is pretty much all there is to say.
we are aware that as a creational myth this one does not jump far, but we do not make up stuff out of nothing, that is not our thing, that is not our thing at all! we merely record and thus we have to stick to the material at hand, bland as it may be.

"what is a !linus?" we hear you ask. well, to be honest, we are not sure ourselves but as far as it goes this is what we have gathered over time:
it bears a vague resemblance to a humanoid shape (of the male variety if you care to know) and it engages in vaguely humanoid activities (such as (to name but a few possibilities (so bear in mind this is not an exhaustive list)) ironing whilst wearing a pink tutu, eating small children and brushing one's teeth), but only barely so. it has been described at various times as the lovechild of pope linus and linus van pelt, a bowl of jelly and the worst dictator-for-life since the days of the queen of hearts (but that is only because most people have not heard of the king of tarts).
it's main raison d'être, or so we have heard it claim, is to resurrect itself in order to become crucified, but then we have also heard it likes cookies and coffee and feeds on fresh fags, so who is to tell in the end.
we do know however about the all important exclamation mark, but we are not at liberty to expand on this (that is how it goes with mysteries, you will have to find out for yourself, taha for that).
and finanlly, rumour has it that it is working on a time machine that will take it straight to the top of page 125 (and, for the record, we do not believe the rabbit has anything to do with that).

to conclude, it is safest to approach it with caution, lest it devour thee. apart from that, one other remark only will we permit ourselves to make: that the period of life between the ages of a hundred and sixty five and a hundred and seventy five is a specially safe one.

about us

it is our strong believe that one can best not pay too much attention to our presence here. we simply attempt to maintain this place, just because we like !linus so much (yes we do, we really do).
but if you really insist: we...
well,
we are.

there
that should suffice.

and if you really, really insist: one can always get in touch, not that we feel obliged to respond mind you.

about this site

we like to think of this thing as the place where !linus stores his mind (or rather, where we store it for him).

there are many dark rooms and vaults (not to mention corridors and dead-ends) in there, and our little candles are not really up to the task of illuminating everything there is to see. but we do organise guided tours.

and do not forget to visit our merchandise stall for the latest tees and other goodies.

as an aside: it is safe to say that !linus is above all a man (or rather, a manshaped entity) of words. written words to be more exact (he is not very good with spoken words, ask him to say "colours" when you meet him and you will find out why that is).
therefore logic dictates that most of what you see here are, well, written words. some of them might even make sense (hey! everyone is entitled to a little white lie you know).