So at some point between unloading our last, shitty domain company and taking on the new, hopefully less shitty domain company, the chinchillas who run our servers saw a sliver of daylight under the door and made a run for Tijuana. When Jude caught up to them they were blind on the cheap shit and one of them was nuzzling Karl Rove’s leather slave.

Jude sobered them up, I posted their bail, and the best road trip ever would have ensued but for the border patrol, who objected to what they deemed “a mobile petting zoo that smells like four days of tequila-piss and ball sweat” rolling into the great US of A. We agreed we should go on ahead and we’ll send for the chinches later, assuming they haven’t been rolled into the Minutemen by now.

All of which is to say for now, we have a bunny running the server wheels and he seems to be doing just fine. Apologies for the inconvenience, and if anybody sees a chinchilla by the side of the road with his thumb out, bring him straight to my place.

A.