This is the link you want.

Just to play along: Largely content-free reference to obscure baseball statistics orthogonal to original point asserted.

Don't you know that 9/11 changed everything? Therefore, your link doesn't count.

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing Me Softly with his song...

A sad song about someone singing a sad song about someone, that seems like it could be about the singer singing the song (not the singer sung about), that seems like it could be about me (when I'm in a certain mood). It's also a song about how humiliating it can be when a cheap pop song pushes all your sentimental buttons, which is in itself a cheap pop song that pushes all your sentimental buttons. So it's self-referential along more than one axis. (Furthermore, it puts me in the position of being a man listening to a woman singing about listening to a man singing about a woman. Reflective symmetry?) Kind of a neat philosophical trick for a song I don't even particularly like.

That does it. Now I've got to write a book called "Goedel, Escher, Flack."

(It's also proving to be a fairly resilient earworm. Apologies to anyone I may have infected.)

Dry agreement: additional examples linked cleverly within statement.

Lame pun.

"Google, Usenet, Blog -- an Unending Grammatic Blight" by Hogless Dufstadter

A ponderous and exceedingly self-referential examination of language, thought, communities, and knitting, told in the form of a flamewar between Achilles and the Tortoise over the true nature of Spam.

Extremely vile pun.

Admission of having too much time on hands; remark about future conversation with therapist; light chuckle at TChem's comment; enthusiastic non-sequiturization of the dominant paradigm; lunch.

I have ignored
the content
that was in
the blog entry

and which
you were probably
hoping
was relevant

Forgive me
rewriting this poem is fun
so silly
and so pointless

Observation that any sufficiently devolved spelling is indistinguishable from work by Geoffrey Chaucer (who hath a blog).

(Subtle pun hidden inside, requiring knowledge of at least one dead language or moribund academic tradition to be comprehensible.)

Acronym for a physical reaction to something humorous one really never does in real life.

OS snark is accompanied by an impugning of von Comment's parentage.

Plays Definitions on "blog." Begins to sing One Song to the Tune of Another.

Irrelevant anecdote about local equivalent substance of which a poster is fond/tried once in the reign of Queen Anne/is violently allergic to but still loves.

Painful, unsuccessful attempt to relate anecdote to a previous irrelevant comment made three days ago and ignored for several hundred comments since.

Adds, disguised as casual afterthought, remark about remarkable achievement of offspring of sibling, both unknown to most posters and lurkers.

Thanks to original recipe poster for corrections. Extended discussion of changes necessitated by loss of rhubarb and incompleteness of recipe.

another brief comment on an entirely different small point -- picked out with some ... liberal ... punctuation (that might suggest speech if living people could speak parends).

(Moderator catches self reading foregoing, shaking head fondly, and reaching for delete key. Is startled.)

Idle proposal of airshow involving SS. Christina the Amazing and Joseph of Cupertino mutates into discussion of whether bilocation is teleportation or simultaneous presence of two alternate realities: extension, substance, accident report, parking in NYC, evidence of miracles, worse in Bay Area, silicon, AI, can kraut, six bagels, wave asterisk.

Steals obvious joke from Douglas Adams about "fabric of space-time". Makes obvious and strained reference to HP Lovecraft. Posts. Realises how lame post looks. Retreats in embarrassment.

Reminder not to drink beverage of choice while reading this blog. Demand for a new display from the perpetrator.

Explanation on how to obtain Firefox that poster thinks a child could follow, but none the less involves installing Cygwin.

Adds parenthetical to the effect that the (non)recipe posted by the hostess is quite good, although it involved all household saucepans and shooing the cat away from the cabinet in which the (rarely used) filter funnel lives.

Someone not involved in any way with the discussion until this point posts a network diagram that shows that mapping the discussion posts by topics creates an image that resembles the Virgin Mary.

Entire tangent discussion is completely dropped. Original Teleporter-debate posters post that they will simply agree to disagree and move on.

Someone then asks about implementing a Force-Shield using real world technology. Two camps emerge.

Specualtion begins on the inevitability of a coffee-shop singularity and its impact on a future highly-caffeinated society.

Yerba Mate based Hamster Chow is proposed as a new product.

<font color=#FFFFFF>It was a sled. She's her sister and her daughter. You are the bus driver.</font>

Digression on much-missed science fiction author continues. Octobers lonesome. Agnostic's Prayer linked.

Topic is returned to solely for the sake of pointing out that no-one had yet made the obligatory Monty Python reference. Uninvolved poster points out subtle Monty Python reference in erudite post and in the process implies that entire thread was not only reading all posts but actually following the argument.

First poster suddenly feels out of his/her depth and makes mental note to read up on *everything*.

Gratuitous explanation that that's South Wales, Wales, rather than New South Wales, Not Wales.

(Parenthetical remark that novel's solution would attract sarcastic comment from author of "The Simple Art of Murder". Reassurance that novel is nevertheless worth reading.)

chokes.

Poster is not seen on thread for several days. Eventually returns citing "deadline at work" as reason for absence.

New timer is never heard from again.

someone suggests that "Early Conservatives" would have been their choice for taste tester.

flame war ensues.

Comment that we've already been there. Nitpick about typonese. Remark that 'typonese' is offensive. Query as to which abandoned thread lurker is de-lurking to. Remark as to obviousness of answers a, b, and c. Digression ensues.

Lurker re-lurks, mission accomplished.

Poster in group (1) informs a poster defending group (2) that his methods show numerous logical fallacies, a lack of understanding of even basic quantum mechanics, and disregard for basic concepts, such as conservation of energy.

Group (2) poster responds by giving group (1) as a whole the title "camp bonehead".

entire thread implodes in incindeary attacks. After three weeks, only a few survivors remain. They pull themselves out of the rubble and start rebuilding.

A new thread is started regarding the poster buying a new pair of glasses and thinking about getting corrective surgery. Discussion wanders discussing the marvels of the human eye, optical systems in general, and laser surgury to correct vision problems.

Someone ponders whether it would be possible to take a powerful enough laser, some lenses, and build a Light Saber.

two camps emerge.

Flame war ensues...

Another poster provides a number of links to various threads that were quite long and even got "hot and heavy", but that the thread never actually turned into a "flame war". no insults were exchanged, the posters simply disagreed completely with each other.

First poster responds that the URL's posted point to threads that were simply too short to guarantee a flame war, and that had the thread gone longer, it would have flamed up.

Second poster says that's equivalent to predicting "it will eventually rain": if you wait long enough, the prediction is correct, but that makes the prediction completely useless.

First poster goes into long mathematical explanation of hyperbolic asymtotes, and how they approach a limit, but never actually touch it.

Second poster calls first poster "hyperbolic".

First poster tells second poster to "kiss my asymtote".

Flame war ensues.

Post-Modern poetry, on the wonders of A. Warhol, Coke, and coke.

Green eggs!

Discussion ensues: maternal ova or Seussian dietary practices?

Expression of deep love of A.J. Luxton. Suggestion that Gerard as a Norwegian Forest cat could beat Hulk using first-ranked cuteness.

Yet another link to online photo of Emperor Horton, cutest of all Norwegian Forest cats.

Flame war ensues.

Flame war does NOT ensue; all posters take a deep breath and simultaneously and independently decide: "Let's not do that."

World peace follows.

*depiction of witty and/or impossible gesture*

Post dissappears without explanation.

Response that thread did that so long ago that pieces are now meeting each other at the antipodes.

http://www.pepysdiary.com/

famous lines get equally mangled.
"Use the fork, Luke-Warm."
"Never underestimate the power of the Dark Bread"
and the jaw-dropper:
"Luke-Warm, I am your Waiter."
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Apology for posting multiple times.

Remember, buy gray-market crap from morons. It keeps them out of politics.