Everyone loves rad old stuff. 
Mr Ikea knows I have a certain thing for certain things. He follows a blog or internet site that he tried to show me once. I refused to look at it because of the hyper-colours and difficult nature of reading the text on the screen. Squinting at the screen like a grandmother does to technology in general, I vowed never to return.
Now, Mr Ikea just sends me the links to more optically pleasing sites.
'Where'd you find that, hey?'
'my magical internet link site'

I'm not complaining. It means I get to see fun things like this guys' without the rubbish.