Ken Eckert's One-And-Only

Moldy Rutabaga Home Page 

with even more important information on medieval yak farming

"Cheerfully wasting your valuable time with pointless drivel since 1996"

Made with quality parts by wandering minstrels for your dining and dancing pleasure.
Charter member of the "It's amazing what you can still do with a 386!" Fan club


Yes, this is it. Still wallowing in the very dregs of the internet is my Moldy Rutabaga page. Allow me to introduce myself as Ken Eckert, alumnus of Concordia College in Edmonton and Memorial University in Newfoundland, Canada, and itinerant pest. The site is still replete with those same time-honored strange pictures and link thingys that spin around and amuse small household pets. As always, this page is 100% sodium free and extremely low in cholesterol.  As well, I, Ken Eckert, have never been charged with a capital offense, or clubbed the seals, or sexually harassed my secretary, or voted for Hitler, and thus this page still maintains the same quality and safe environment for children and for those who have only served short terms in mental institutions.

Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað.

Our resolve must be harder, our hearts keener, our courage greater, by so much as our strength diminishes.
- Byrhtwold's speech at the battle of Maldon,  991 A.D.

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Ken's Guarantee of Quality

If you were not pleased with this home page, please do not hesitate to contact me with your concerns and suggestions for improvements. Do make sure you request form ZQ32-719/44 during our office hours (9-10 AM on alternate Shrove Tuesdays) and complete in triplicate both in English and in ancient Sanskrit. Please be advised that requests for forms will not be processed on days that end with 'y'. Thank you.

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