Because, really, it's always nice to know that there are others like you out there. Instead of spending the last part of my evening having flashbacks to 8th grade (I straightened my hair with an iron) and thinking about people I'm not supposed to think about and wanting to be at youth group camp, I went to my friends out there on the internet. And really; they rock.
Holmes: You have no arm!
Blackwood: 'Tis only a flesh wound.