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son of a...

guess the nastier aspects of the web have finally gotten to my little corner… i’m gone from the net for over a month, come back to check up on things, and find that the majority of my old entries on this site have been turned into advertisments for porn. bit of a disappointment considering i don’t know if i have back up copies. what really irks me, however, is that some random decided it was worth invading my space to advertise crap that i don’t want, nor care to share with anyone who would visit here.

hopefully i’ll be able to repair things, but in order to stop the harassment, closing the comments is all that i can do…

something positive soon, i promise. i’ve a trip to the desert with friends upcoming, a canyon walk in a river. a ripe environment for good thoughts and good stories.

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nope… having searched and messed around, what i’ve discovered is that a glitch in the program i used caused the casualties. everytime i deleted an ‘inappropriate’ comment the text of the comment replaced my entry’s text. so, there is no recovery for the lost entries, no recovery for the lost thoughts.

for those of you who write journals or collect letters sent, it’s as if a fire erupted and destroyed something solid. the tether that i use to connect myself to portions of my past just dissappeared in a small puff of electronic smoke.

ouch.