It is still moving in one direction for me, despite claims that it goes the other way – or that it goes both ways.
Apparently you can even will it to move in whichever way you prefer, too.
I have been staring at it for a good few minutes; my head is pounding like mad, and I am feeling very uncomfortable now.
No. I do not get it.
I resorted to trying all sorts of silly tricks to make it go the other way – scroll the page furiously up and down, read the accompanying text, focus on the animated advertisements, scan the sidebars, wave the mouse cursor all over every possible pixel there is, come back to it again every few minutes – it is all in vain.
Then there were the few split seconds that I thought it really did go the other way, when I pretended to be focusing on various miscellaneous objects away from the screen, looking at it from the very corner of my eye. I have never found the film of dust accumulating on my desk, two non-working Furbies, the labels on the many boxes stacked haphazardly in this study-cum-storeroom I am in now, any more interesting previously.
But I cannot be sure.
The comments on the page are equally amusing (then again, so are the reviews at IMDB for last year’s instalment of the Man of Steel – ah, but I sidetracked).
Maybe it is true. You cannot always deny who you are. But what if for that briefest of moments, you can?
No. Still that way.
Go here, and argh! – tell me I am not the only one having trouble deciphering this.