No, I’m not talking about the blog outage from my upstream provider a few hours ago. I’m talking about this:
Go ahead, use it and see for yourself. Apparently, I don’t exist, but am simply a metaphor in the mind of God. Who might not exist either, which means I’m really screwed.
It also seems my parents don’t exist either. Somebody’s being very thorough with that time machine, making sure I’m not around. I wonder why?
