As a young man, the Fibber encountered Marshall McLuhan while taking a stroll in the Belgian Alps. Awed by his presents, the Fibber asked the master : "if the medium is the message, do I even have to record anything on an answering machine?", to which McLuhan replied " do you know if they have Brussels Sprouts in Bastogne ?". These words would later inspire the young man to seek out adventures all around the world, especially after a good, long nap.

Later in life, almost two weeks ago, the Fibber decided to stop work on his decade long quest to find a way to get from one side of Montreal to the other, using only the road signs provided ( hint: don't look for highway 401 ) , and devote his energy, instead, to these pages.

The purpose of this site is twofold: first, it is to highlight to plight of tropical explorers in Iceland; second, to make loads of money. Heaps of it. At least C$ 134.00 before the year 2020. For this reason, everything around here is for sale, including the words "and" , "the", and the Fibber's very own "strunzmachinist". In other words, the Fibber is a media whore, ready to sellout at the drop of a loonie . Essentially, this site is just a stunt, or so one is lead to believe.