The Whiskey Fire laptop has I think finally died, I think of old age, though I have not ruled out the dark designs of our terrible children. Whatever; there is currently nothing in the budget to allow for the purchase of a new machine, which is frustrating as hell.
Anyone who wishes to and is able to might perhaps drop a few coins in the PayPal (I mean TipJar -- thanks Matt's Mom -- ed) jar over to the left, in order to keep the "fucks" coming. Anyway, thanks...
UPDATE: I figured out what happened. Conservatives broke my laptop. Dammit.
