The memory is pretty hazy, but it starts out with me walking to my car across a dark, semi-deserted parking lot one night.
I remember hearing some hushed whispering as I approached my car, then as I was opening the door, something hit me from behind & everything went dark.
I don't remember much between that and 2 weeks later... I'm pretty sure I had been in a basement somewhere.... and I think there was something involving a pirate, a goat & a trampoline... but I'm not sure.
Anyhow, when I regained awareness I was back at my home computer desk and The Planet was displayed on my screen & saved to my bookmarks.
and.. well... I've been here ever since.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with "it puts the lotion on it's skin" echoing through my mind. And since then I've had this thing for clowns that my therapist can't explain.