The site was written in blood, on a cocktail napkin, in a dive bar in Seattle, and found its way to me via a female-to-male transvestite named, androgenously enough, Sam, a pure-blood Canadian I vowed to never love again.
35-point-something%... didn't bother copying and pasting. I don't really need my geeky tendencies accurate to +/- .00001%, and think anyone who does should raise their score.