You remember when you were a kid? Somewhere in your house was a closet full of old newspapers, magazines, letters, homework that the dog was accused of eating, things like that? And you knew that something fantastic and nasty lived in there and would grab you someday? Well that is the archive. It's everything that ever oozed out of my brain and onto the internet. it's damp, it's fetid, it may even reach out to you. Enter at your peril. I'm going around I'll see you on the other side.