Tuesday, June 7, 2005

This is it, dear reader, the last hurrah. Site5 promises to complete an all-encompassing chassis swap tonight, which in Dungeons & Dragons terminology, I imagine, means a +20 less shitty modifier for their service. Then again, I’ve never played D&D, so perhaps we’re journeying into the very colon of the Dungeon Master himself.

In an alternate universe, our meetings would have a prescriptive capacity, and by our conversations alone the whales would be saved and mortal affairs would function correctly. Last I checked, however, our nouns are no pestles, our adjectives are no mortars, and as is so often the case our talks actually jinx matters. I bet the server is already on fire because we’ve said too much.

The contingency plan is simple. If we experience any more unreasonable downtime, we will slam our napkins on the table and leave. And we won’t even pay for the bread.