About Fanlistings:
A fanlisting is pretty much just what it sounds like - a big fat list of fans of a particular subject, be it a book, movie, tv show, stuffed animal, soda...you get the picture. They're all categorized and kept in line by the good people at TheFanlistings, which is a dangerous site to browse through if you don't have a couple hours and are easily sucked into things, like me. If you're not familiar with the concept of fanlistings, run on over to tfl.org and check it out, then come back. I'll wait. :D

About Jimmy Buffett:
I was going to write up a little bio for him, but he says it so much better himself. ^_^ From the back cover of A Pirate Looks at Fifty:
In four hundred words or less, this is what happened from early adolescence until now: I broke out of the grip of Catholicism and made it through adolescence without killing myself in a car. I fluked out of colledge. I learned to play the guitar, lived on the beach, lived in the French Quarter, finally got laid, and didn't go to Vietnam. I got back into school, started a band, got a job on Bourbon Street, graduated from college, flunked my draft physical, broke up my band, and went out on the road solo. I signed a record deal, got married, moved to Nashville, had my guitars stolen, bought a Mercedes, worked at Billboard magazine, put out my first album, went broke, wrecked the Mercedes, got divorced, and moved to Key West. I sang and worked on a fishing boat, went totally crazy , did a lot of dope, met the right girl, made another record, had a hit, bought a boat and sailed away to the Caribbean. I started another band, worked the road, had my second and last hit, bought a house in Aspen, started spending summers in New England, got married, broke my leg three times in one year, had a baby girl, made more records, bought a bigger boat, and sailed away to St. Barts. I got seperated from the right girl, sold the boat, sold the house in Aspen, moved back to Key West, worked the road, and made more records. I rented an apartment in Paris, went to Brazil for Carnival, learned to fly, went in to therapy, quit doing dope, bought my first seaplane, flew all over the Caribbean, almost got a second divorce, moved to Malibu for more therapy, and got back with the right girl. I worked the road, moved back to Nashville, took off in an F-14 from an aircraft carrier, bought a summer home on Long Island, had another baby girl. I found the perfect seaplane and moved back to Florida. Cameron Marley joined me in the house of women. I built a home on Long Island, crashed the perfect seaplane, lived through it thanks to Navy training, tried to slow down a little, woke up one morning and I was looking at fifty, trying to figure out what comes next.

About This Site:
The picture used on the top is scanned from my copy of the above mentioned A Pirate Looks at Fifty, and the name "Port of Indecision" comes from one of my favorite Buffett songs, Lone Palm, which is on Fruitcakes. As Fruitcakes came out in '94, you can see that I'm not a member of the Church of Buffett, Orthodox. Any and all Buffett is good Buffett to this Parrothead. :D Also, just in case anyone gets the wrong idea - I am not Jimmy Buffett. I am not affiliated with Jimmy Buffett. I do not know how to get in touch with him, I do not know his email address, I do not know his regular address or phone number or anything else along those lines. This is but a humble fanpage, run by a devoted long-time Parrothead. That's all there is to it.

Oh, and my email address is in case you need to contact me for any reason. :)

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