I met Che' and Iron Monkey one day while backpacking through central Belize. I was hopelessly lost after wondering off from the group at a Grateful Dead concert. When I spotted Monkey for the first time I sighed, "Oh this must be a dream". As much would have it it was worse than a dream. It was a nightmare. Monkey wanted eat me and "wear my fur", but Che insisted that he not because, "thats not what heroes do". Instead Monkey shackled my to his oversized laptop and enslaved me as a moderator. I hope to one day win my freedom, but I fear that day may never come. Truth be told, I rather like it here... or maybe Stockholm syndrome. The whole thing.