A week later and the official diagnosis is still the same – Shit’s pretty fucked. Four amateur computer persons have taken a go at fixing the blog’s sudden and bizarre cache problem (as illustrated by the heaping genital wart of text in the above headline) to no avail.
We’re still hammering away, but compounding the problem is a weeklong bout with a flu-like case of bronchitis contracted in Oxford – thanks for the Chest AIDS, Jevan Snead! – and the annoying reemergence of responsibilities related to the day job.
Bear with us, or just read the SEC LOL Catz at Friends of the Program. That’s pretty much the apex of blogging.
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