ARCHIVES: HISTORICAL FACTOID

"Walt," I hear you say, "these 'archival' doodads are all well and good, but--" Hold on! Why am I hearing you say this? Where are you? Have you snuck in my basement window? Wait a minute! This scab on my forehead--it wasn't there yesterday! Someone has implanted a tiny speaker in my forehead and is broadcasting impolite questions--no, nothing there--man, who knew a forehead could bleed so much?

How far am I going to carry this lame premise, you're wondering. There it goes again! Where is this wondering coming from? Must...find...out...