When shit needs blowing up, you don’t call a care bear. You pony up the eight hundred grand, buy yourself a ticket on Virgin Galactic or Bob’s Space Pony or the Chinatown bus and get up into the exosphere, roll down the window, get your shoulder-mounted shit nuke, and take that fucker out.
Guess what’s happened here.
I got tired of the site not working, the link code always falling apart in weird places, the idiosyncratic peccadilloes of the WordPress theme to which I had become inextricably wedded, and my inability to do the things I wanted to do with this site that I was having an increasingly hard time accomplishing.
At a certain point, you just have to say, the hell with it. So welcome to our new digs.
It’s still sparse, I know. There’s nowhere to sit, when you say something in here it echoes, the stuff we’ve brought over since the move is still in boxes, and we’ll be crashing in sleeping bags for a couple of days until we can figure out how the beds go together, and which of the safe and easy-to-remember places the allen keys are all kept. But for the moment it’s good to be in this, a spanking new empty box, with only hope in it.
Quiz stuff will come shortly. Until then, take this site in your hand, and feel its pulse. We’re alive yet.