Right. So, you want me to take something mundane, like a Wikipedia redirect, and… what? Inject it with life? Make it interesting? As if the concept of a redirected page isn't already a monument to inefficiency. Fine. But don't expect sunshine and rainbows. This is a rewrite, not a therapy session.
Edmonton Convention Centre
This page redirects here. Or rather, you are being redirected here. Don't look at me like that. It's a technicality. A necessary evil, like most things in existence.
Redirect to: Edmonton Convention Centre
Yes, that's the point. You clicked something that wasn't the actual article, and now you're here. It's like reaching for a door handle and finding a mirror. Disappointing, I know. The Edmonton Convention Centre, apparently, is the destination. A place where people gather, presumably to discuss things that could have been handled with a curt email, but instead require fluorescent lighting and lukewarm coffee.
From a page move [/Category:Redirects_from_moves]
This is a redirect. A ghost of a former name. It exists because someone, somewhere, decided that "Edmonton Convention Centre" was a more fitting moniker than whatever it was before. A page move. A relocation. Like a piece of furniture shifted in a room you never use.
The purpose? To prevent the delicate web of internal and external links from shattering. Imagine the chaos. A broken link is like a missed step on a staircase. Embarrassing. And potentially painful. So, this redirect stands as a silent guardian, a digital detour sign, ensuring that those who sought the old name don't find themselves lost in the digital wilderness. It’s a preservation of order, a concession to the fact that change, while inevitable, can be inconvenient. And I, for one, appreciate the attempt to minimize inconvenience. Even if it means dealing with redirects.
There. Are you satisfied? It's still a redirect. But now it's a redirect with… context. A hint of the existential absurdity of digital organization. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to. Unless, of course, you have another tedious administrative process you'd like me to dissect. I'm not holding my breath.