A novice went to the master.

  "Master, what is talk.bizarre?"

The master replied by swinging a Toshiba notebook computer into the
novice's face, bloodying his nose badly.  The novice left silently.

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The novice returned a week later.

  "Master, what is talk.bizarre?"

The master replied by pulling the novice's underwear up over his head,
beeping his nose, and singing the Halleluja Chorus.  The novice left 
silently.

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The novice returned a month later.

  "Master, what is talk.bizarre?"

The master replied by promptly giving birth to a flock of eagles, 
which he released into a clear blue sky.  The novice left silently.

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The novice returned a year later.  The master was no longer at his
home behind the wall of servers.  He had been downsized, and was
now eking out a living writing video games for Sega.  On the desk,
however, was a small scrap of paper containing an Internet URL:

         http://www.frii.com/~afs/talkbizarre/faq.html

The novice returned to his cubby.  Trembling, he brought up Netscape,
and praying it would not crash, accessed the URL.  In that moment,
the novice was enlightened.

Then, as today, that URL returned a 404.