One day at work, I fell into a hole in the Internet.  My memory of all time before that is hazy and indistinct, like a dream soon to fade at the morning. It was as if bash.org’s Quote Database was all there had ever been of my real life, and the rest was just an idiot’s scrawl on a bathroom stall.

I tried to blog about this phenomenon at the time, but could not claw my way back to the murky void of The Real long enough to give a full accounting of it.

I don’t think I accomplished much that day, other than spastic laughter held barely in check by the back of my knuckles and grim looks from management. I didn’t dare climb back in afterward; I had lost enough of my life and I could only just recollect having a childhood somewhere where the text was not perennially fixed-width.

Six months later I lost my job and tried to write this all up again. I loaded the site, read this, and promptly lost another day. In my head, bloodninja/eminemBNJA is 100% serious and earnest. It is significantly funnier that way.

You can also find there a joke that I ganked for our latest TANcast, if you cared to do so.

Beware, though: If your taste in humor treads the same razor’s edge of geeky, lowbrow, highbrow, dickish, conceptual, offbeat stupidity that mine does, expect to lose yourself as well.