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+Since you are on this page, you're presumably lost. That's ok. I don't really
+get all this stuff either. Let's start with some easy stuff.
+
+*You're on the Internet*. Known to some as a
+[series of tubes](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Series_of_tubes),
+but in reality much more complicated than it has to be. In basic sense, your
+computer called mine, and mine answered with directory full of pages.
+
+The way you get here is through a device you have at home called a router,
+which literally does what the name implies--it routes signals to where they
+need to go to make things go beep. In the 60s and
+70s, routers tended to be people-based and would spend their time plugging
+cables into and out of ports so calls could connect.
+<img src="/static/human_router.jpg" />
+<center>
+*Image of a switchboard courtesy of
+[Wikipedia contributors](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Jersey_Telecom_switchboard_and_operator.jpg)
+*</center>
+
+Fortunately, we figured out that was dumb and made robots do the job for us.
+Internet companies, governments, and anyone else with enough money and
+influence bought huge routers and hooked them all up to talk to each other.
+Then they convinced us all to go out and buy a router from our ISP of "choice"
+so we could all send cat pictures to each other seemlessly. We got rid of
+phones, replaced our phone with our IP address and email, just to ironically
+end up back at phones again. All of our devices serve, or at least can serve,
+as a router in some way, and all these little robots talking to each other
+makes it so you can get lost on some person's home page.
+
+In a way, you could say you've made it to a place my router took you to.
+Not my home router of course--that one sucks.
+
+I'm mooching of someone else's, also known as a Virtual Private Server.
+These companies run whole bunch of servers, hook them up on a bulk connection
+and rent them out for people to run blogs about cats and porn sites.
+
+I'm getting lost on your question though, so where are we exactly?
+
+Precisely speaking, you are in a chrooted web server running on rented virtual
+machine in a server farm located roughly in New Jersey browsing the "about"
+directory on the "whereami.html" page.
+
+Less precisely, all that means is you're looking at some files I left in a directory
+at this address, and paid some people to host for me since local ISPs tend to
+be ridiculously expensive if you want to do anything besides host some private
+servers for you and your friends and family.
+
+But maybe most importantly, you've reached a webpage owned by another human
+being, not a corporation, or a bot, or a government, or work, or a *network*.
+All these files were loving crafted by yours truly in vim, in markdown and
+converted with pandoc to HTML because of laziness. The Internet I grew up with,
+though I didn't really appreciate because I was too young at the
+time, used to be filled with places like this. "Homepages" were a *thing*, or
+were just starting to be at least. And people made
+[all](http://textfiles.com/) [sorts](http://toastytech.com/)
+[of](http://sam.zoy.org/) [weird](https://newgrounds.com)
+[pages](https://something.com/) to get lost for a while.
+
+But as soon as it started it all got sucked up social media, everyone got coerced
+into profiles, templates, and standards to make us easier for ad companies to
+study. It's not even unreasonable to believe you're not even talking to real
+people on there, because there's a good chance of it now.
+[Astroturfing](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astroturfing) is not
+a secret government conspiracy, it's just business as usual at this point.
+You used to be able to tell a human from a chatbot from the way they write.
+I don't know if the bots at this point are smarter, or if we've just been made
+so cynical and dumb by business as usual that we've given up.
+
+Who would really write all that garbage on Facebook anyway?
+
+Don't mistake this for some pity nostalgia piece though. If you look hard
+enough--I promise you--that *Internet* of humans is still there.
+
+A helpful tip, CRTL+W will close any webpage you don't like. Not that you
+wouldn't like this page... you did read all the way here through all that
+pedantry didn't you?