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According to the most reverend Reverend, this is happening because the Goddess is angry after one of you suggested we worship at the altar of Sweeney instead. He’s muttering darkly about the end times and fire and brimstone and underwear raining from down the heavens.
Yoda, meanwhile, is simply striding around Outpost Towers hitting things with a wrench. It might have been the Feds coming to arrest Boba Phil and me. Either war, WordPress has decided it didn’t like us anymore and it gave us a wobble. A few fixes are in place, and the host is also on the case.
In the meantime, please bear with us if the site is a bit laggy for a while. Normal service will be resumed as soon as Wrenage returns from the basement where he has just been sent to feed the donkey on the treadmill that keeps the light son around here.
