No longer stealing your credit cards, no longer teasing you with a slinky night gown, no longer offering you a way to spend a quite five or ten minutes while your loved one is watching Bert Newton, no longer the site you wish I had begun, yes, we’re back to the non-pornographic normal.

I know, we’re all disappointed.

In case you’re curious, it appears the site with the domain name got hacked, and that was why anyone drifting through over the last few days was treated to the girl in the pink underwear. Not much that I could do about it, I’m afraid, so I’ve kept myself busy elsewhere. For example, I have been reading about post-apocalyptic narratives and in my head I’m trying to compose a list of what I’ve seen and read, and what I haven’t, and what worked and what didn’t. Right now, however, I can’t seem to get past the fact that I thought A Canticle for  Leibowitz was awful.