The place is here. The time is now. And the journey into the shadows that we're about to watch could be our journey.

Observe the Mudcat BS forum. Just recently a new god has arisen from the collective consciousness of a plethora of Mudcatters. A god that sits on the edge of the desolate desert of threads that really go nowhere. A shiny god. A god that is flat on one end. A god that is great among other things for flipping hamburgers. Watching...waiting to impart its knowledge on all of Mudcat-kind.

And as it watches, the first Mudcatter rises out of the primordial ooze of the forums, his god clutched in his hand. And among the hoots and howls of his fellow mudcatter, he raises it up, this divine implement of the deities...and beats his fellow Mucatter's head in with it.

So it begins.

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as a kitchen drawer and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the lower cupboards of man's fears and the spice racks of his knowledge. This is the dimension of spatulas.

It is an area which we call...the Spatula Zone.

Doo-dee-doo-doo doo-dee-doo-doo doo-dee-doo-doo doooooo....