Code, nerd culture and humor from Greg Knauss.

So Frisbee ain't comin' back, I fear. Gone, gone.

On August 7th, 1994 -- the day after Jeff's bachelor party -- I dropped a plastic, Day-Glo orange fish into the US mail with the hope that he would travel to each state in the union, one per week, and return home in time for Jeff and Lil's one-year anniversary. Inside, I'd packed mailing labels, instructions and a sign-up sheet. When he came back, I wanted to make up the Frisbee Diaries: a map that showing where he'd been and how far he'd gone and a wedding picture and a thank you, and I would send a copy to each person that had helped him on his way. I wanted to mount the fish itself on a plaque for Jeff and Lil so that he could spend the rest of his days relaxing and reminiscing while sitting on a bookshelf with lots of small carved and stuffed llamas.

Oh, poor Frisbee.

It was my friend James who had named him "Frisbee." James was the first person who got the fish in the mail, in Washington, and he sent him off to Salt Lake City. From there, he went to Los Alamos. After that, who knows?

I like to think that Frisbee is still out there, struggling mightily to get home, like the family dog in a Disney movie. But deep down, I know he's trapped in a dead letter office somewhere, too weird to be discarded and too destitute -- the price of stamps went up -- to move on.

Poor, poor Frisbee.

I blame myself.

Hi there! My name's GREG KNAUSS and I like to make things.

Some of those things are software (like Romantimatic and Buzz Clock), Web sites (like the Webby-nominated Metababy and The American People) and stories (for Web sites like Suck and Fray, print magazines like Worth and Macworld, and books like "Things I Learned About My Dad" and "Rainy Day Fun and Games for Toddler and Total Bastard").

My e-mail address is I'd love to hear from you!

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