[Written 2-18-05]

This entry is written into a sad and lonely text file and will be stowed away until the time comes that I can post it.

The website has been down for quite some time now, and my gusto at two in the morning for putting in the extra six hours to color a comic hasn't been as forthcoming as it would have been otherwise. Hopefully once the site returns the grit and substance will return to my being and I will rise from this slovenly state.

The site. I pay Australians for hosting. They ceased their US operations and have been transferring accounts to the isle of reef and marsupials for some time now. The two weeks that they said it could take to do this are fast closing. My unanswered e-mails will soon have new accompaniment with which they can yelp and howl in their primitive ASCII tongues over the deafening cacophony of the network's urban wasteland. Uplinks groan under their load as bits and bytes roll from server to server. A vagrant message sits in the shadow of a router, holding a ragged little sign with "Last chance!" scrawled across it in a precise but tired hand.

-Tyrus Peace