First the internetz locksmith denies me entrance to my portal of knowledge, then the net goblin has made thievery of my revelatory Oz based barnet shennanigans!
Yesterday would have been a Smaug hiss board of the bweailing of lots, from Dame Fortuna's golden showers of doom, thru iced up ice age sharkage, a jaunt though animatory splendour and laughing at the lot of scummy scammers getting more than they bargained for.
There would be piracy and arsteroids, with a side order of defactory nonsense.
Instead, I gots silenced by thems what gypped Garth Marenghi.
So gimme me blog back, ye bar stewards!
