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| This site is not affiliated with or endorsed by The Gerry. No infringement intended. Some content may be unsuitable for overly sensitive persons with no sense of humor or if you are just a mindless ninny. No animals were harmed in the making of this website, although the Chihuahua next door is living on borrowed time, let me tell you. This website represents the official view of the voices in my head. The site design is © 2007 Mazzy Dezynz, Inc. [Site best viewed:: 800 x 600 ::IE :: Netscape 4.0+] |
| This page will give you a concise assessment of your condition, including detailed information as to the hows and whys of the disorder in order to give you a better idea of what you're dealing with. Nah, not really. You have GBOCD. End of analysis. |
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| Usually the main reason why you've suddenly become obsessed with Gerard is that you've seen one of his films. Or two. Or all of them. (Even the three crappy minutes in "Harrison's Flowers"). So the true intention of this page is to analyze - i.e. ramble and/or rant about all things Gerry related - in an attempt to make your day a little shinier and happier so that we can all be shiny happy people holding hands in our mutual love of The Gerry (as I will refer to him from this point on). Come join me. If you're sitting here reading this right now, it's not like you're actually doing anything else with your pitiful self, now is it? |
| This won't be pretty. There will be lots of, laughing, crying, drooling, criticizing (the critics only), gasp! ... cursing.... and all other general talk about The Gerry. Please no hate mail. This is all fake. Fake fun. Fun that will be fake. |
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