People of Earth, this is your meme speaking. Your meme is dead.

The LOLwhatever has vaulted clear over the shark and is approaching lower earth orbit. Having suffered through lolcats, lolbots, lolgeeks, and lolgoths, we now have lol80s; and each iteration gets less and less funny.

But there are yet a few diamonds scattered in the mounds of poo.

Reflections on Double XP Weekend; or, "I can't give it away on Seventh Avenue"

When a level 10 empathy healer can't drum up trade for a mission team, it is time to go do something else for awhile. Laundry, perhaps.

Who the fuck builds these things?

Now the OTHER file server, the one that does everything that is not mail, has fallen and will not get up. I, of course, am on first pager. BECAUSE I KNOW A GODDAM THING ABOUT NETAPPS.