This is the personal web page of Evan Hartshorn. It should eventually contain things like portfolios, and maybe even a webcomic if he feels ambitious, but presently it serves as the home of his essays on anything and everything from morality to food. Also, if he is persuasive enough, he might convince his famous author cousin to contribute an essay or two, but this seems a bit doubtful.
This page looks best on the most powerful computer in the world at near infinite resolutions, but you can get by with a fourth-hand piece of barely functional junk at 640x480. 320x240 is not recomended. This page is full of narrow-minded right-wing fundamentalistic philosophies, so if that isn't your thing, I don't mind if you don't enter and give my thoughts all due consideration. But if you don't, I will laugh hysterically next time you accuse me of being close minded and intolerant. And you are, what, super-tolerant and open minded? For internal and external use. Consult a doctor, or at least a small child with a stethoscope if you are pregnant, nursing, or about to become pregnant. Not available in all states, see store for details.
Stethoscopes make the man...
'Kay, you obviously aren't here for the pretty artwork. You wanna read something, right? Cool. Right now, because I have so few essays, they are here in one lump sump. Click on a link that looks entertaining, or interesting. If you want, you can email me at evanhartshorn at hotmail dot com. This is my spamtrap address, so it may take me a few days to get to your email, and I'll delete it immediatly if the title isn't meaningfull, or has a meaning I don't want to investigate (coughHerbal Viagracough.)
All essays are in plain html without backgrounds, and using the default colors. That means you can read them with almost anything. I would make them look nicer, but I don't get paid to sell fancy new computers to people with a more philosophical than technological bent. Also I don't spell check 'em. I have above-decent spelling, but I am quite human, and too rushed to get it right the first time. I am not following any formal essay style either. I am just writing what I want to say. If something really irks you, email me, and I'll see about it.
What is up with this "Midnight Watcher" business?
Some thoughts on feeling remorse.
Should you ask a skinny girl out, or a nice one?
Why are Satan and Evil so cool?
Open your eyes, Small one.
Explanation of the Small one Poem