Welcome to the new and improved BirdJanitor.com 2.0 [beta].  In reality it's the same old stuff in a new place.  But... with more space to waste, there'll be more coming.

If you've arrived looking for the Barely Uninteresting Blog (where most of the effort to these shenanigans goes these days), click this handy link.

This joint will be perpetually in a state of beta-testing because it'll probably only be complete once I'm dead.

I should start by introducing myself.

Some responsible adults named me Jeffrey after I was found under a rock, but since I thought the two f's were redundant and a waste of space and redundant (and I never really used any of the other Scrabble® tiles I drew), I took to calling myself Jef.  Besides... it looks cool in print, sounds the same and takes less time to type once you get used to it.

I grew up in Boulder, Colorado, moved to the Los Angeles area in 1987 and returned to Longmont, Colorado, in 2011.

In 1999, I retired from the glamorous world of information technology for the wholesale plumbing distribution industry, where our motto your shit is our bread and butter lives on to this day.  Bored and without a job, I started this website with no particular purpose in mind.

DEGREE OF DIFFICULTY: This website still has no purpose.

In August, 2014, I embarked on a quest to get back into shape.  Since that time I've walked thousands of miles (I passed the 5,000 mile marker on the freeway of life November 15, 2016).  I've also worn out many pairs of shoes.  Michelle Obama is right: Get out there and get active!

On August 12, 2016 I stood before a judge here in Longmont, who coincidentally was born on the exact same day as me, and was granted the right to legally call myself Jef Norton.  You may find yourself ignored if you address me by any other name.

The biggest take-away from changing my name: It's hard to convince most systems that you no longer have a middle name.  It just keeps coming back...

I am adjusted, socially adapted, generally well-behaved and have my own credit cards.  There are no legitimate restraining orders against me at the present time and my criminal record is impeccable.

That's all I really feel like telling you right now.

Remember when Homer Simpson tried to fix the toaster but accidentally invented a time machine and went back in time and totally screwed up history by killing prehistoric insects and animals?

Even the tiniest change can alter the future in ways we cannot imagine.

I learned my lesson: Next time I travel back in time, I'll step on everything!

They say we must fight violence with violence.  That's not true.  We must fight violence with education.

Today, the only solution I see is thousands of small revolutions.  I believe in the revolution of the barrios.  You and I can't change the world, but we can change ourselves.  We can change our own families, and we can even change our own neighborhoods.  There, nobody has excuses.

José Manuel Chao (aka Manu Chao) - Próxima Estación: Esperanza (Next Stop: Hope)

In times of universal deceit, telling the truth will be a revolutionary act.

All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.

George Orwell

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.

Leonardo da Vinci

you wake up.
Sometimes the
fall kills you.
And sometimes,
when you fail,
you fly.

Neil Gaiman

Drinking is an emotional thing.  It joggles you out of everyday life, out of everything being the same.  It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall.  I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day.  It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn.  I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now."

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.

I don't hate people. I just feel better when they aren't around.

Charles Bukowski

Museo de Pancho Villa, Chihuahua Mexico, 4 July 1996

Dia de los Muertos, 31 October 1999
(my execution)

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Rhinos in Love R2 and Bessie
Unleashed Goddess
(en preparación)
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Why have so many people visited my site?  Just what are they looking for?  I never promised meaningful content.  I'm just a guy from Longmont, Colorado, who likes to play with news articles, text and pictures.

It thoroughly amuses me that some might expect me to put this space to good use.  You're probably asking yourself: Hey this nutjob is paying for this place, just what is his purpose?

I do consider my amusement a purpose, so if that's not what you're looking for... please move along.  The Internet is a big place and there's room for nutjobs like me.  So there.