How do you think I feel? I'm an old DOS geek. There's a disturbing dichotomy between the OP's image and what he said about it that exists entirely within my weathered skull. It makes utterly no sense, and I know it's my fault that it doesn't. It could be good, it could be bad, it may even be an important warning, but I wouldn't know it. In my head, the information just sits there
Hell, sheer embarrassment would normally prevent a sane person announcing their dumbass-ness to a stunned populace, but I don't care. I'm not sane. Haven't been for a long time. I'm married, which is worse. So I'm kind of used to the feeling of utter bafflement on levels that mere mortals would find incompatible with life. The only reason I'm speaking up now is to lend a note of solidarity, brother.
I'm officially adopting the position that Anonymous purchasing 50,000 page views is an unbelievably joyous occasion. Future generations will whisper his name in awe, and millions of proud parents of newborns of either gender will christen them "Anonymous" after our beloved benefactor. I'm going to mark the occasion annually by viewing pictures of scantily-clad Anonymous women and send multiple shot glass shaped barrages of liquid fire down my gullet until I, too, become Anonymous. Today, we are all Anonymous. That magnificent, glorious enigmatic bastard.
We'll need a secret handshake of some kind, of course.