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So's you know, LiveJournal has posted what looks like a pretty heartfelt and non-corporate apology. They seem to realize they really screwed the eight-year-old on this one, and are trying to make restitution. (I really feel for the poor guy; he seems to have had a bathtub full of shit dumped on his head while his boss was on vacation.)

Boston, you're my home

The house is empty, the cat is traumatized, and the walls are miraculously scuff-free (thanks to Magic Eraser™!). Next time I write, I'll be in Brighton.

During the changeover, I can be reached at my Gmail address, which is what you'd expect it to be.