Why? I don't know what that is, so I'm going to steal your previous tactic of rambling and typing out every thought that comes into my mind until you give up and admit defeat, shutting your computer off in terror at my manly ramblings of doom, which have been known to last for hours, even days, at at time.
Seriously, though, what is that?
I should pay more attention to my surroundings rather than listen to music cranked to eleven constantly. Never know when the zombocalypse'll happen.