It was a dark and stormy night. He perched atop his doghouse, paws poised above the ancient Underwood. He realized he formed a perfect lightning rod, but he had a task to complete. His paw hit the first key…
Homage to the patron saint of horrid prose made, I declare this ‘blog officially open.
I’ll probably be ‘blogging about that stack as I get more familiar with it.
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