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Protected: The day with the nose issues

on Feb 24, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

Protected: The day things might be getting better(?)

on Feb 17, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

The day with the unruly website

on Feb 17, 2013

I hate technology. Well. I don’t. Obviously. I’M BLOGGING, for Christ’s sake. But I hate how at it’s mercy we are. Over the last week Amelie’s been “helping” (read: doing it all) move my sites off Dreamhost and over to my new host, A Small Orange. And everything’s dandy-o. As I type this, FA is sitting in it’s new home, snuggled in comfortably, probably wearing sweats and slippers and snuggled up under a cosy blanket with hot cocoa. All is well. GGS, however? GGS is all in black, smoking pot, throwing its arms around and wailing about the UNFAIRNESS OF IT ALL, GODDAMMIT. I don’t know what’s happened. Twenty-four hours ago, the site was sitting on the new server and responding quickly and politely. This morning, however, it had completely bugged out on us, spewing up ridiculous errors and ACTUALLY BEING SLOWER than my DH...

Protected: The day with the long night and no sleep

on Feb 16, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

Protected: The day things got a bit heated

on Feb 15, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

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