Ousted from a plethora of sites. When a site that accepts the narrative of my life is found and tolerates me it is doomed to die. Repeatedly I am a castaway floundering in a sea of banality until washed ashore yet again. Another wandering soul adrift after the last BBS evaporated left a link to this enclave. Following it the required ritual was performed and here I am. Twenty-three years of Web wandering has me gazing at this site with well-honed razor-sharp acumen. And always remember that the multiple CRAYs at several federal agencies relentlessly scan the web using algorithms amazingly adept at sniffing out what the overlords are seeking.