i present to you this flier from the way back machine, where happy and i took turns under these two "dj" names:

so nobody told me you could be a genius 20 years in the future, i thought that only applied to after you died in the art world.
Nards!
and since i so desperately want to be a hipster-genius-cool-guy-type,
can i take my floaties off?
can i stop washing my socks?
can i keep my poop in a box?
can i battle empty store buildings with my face?
can i change my "dj/playa" name to: CRAZEE!djFURIOUSKILLSWITCH?
nap!
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is this me or psilogod?:

and then there's my home-defense system against future spacemen:

d6,
i hear a sound that is new and real while i pointlessly post posters