If you haven’t guessed by the name of the domain, I’m Stef Dawson and this is my corner of cyberspace dedicated to all things random. I’m greedy, in debt, have received a greeting card from a soulmate, require a college diploma in order to meet single women in my area, and my vices are cupcakes, Vicodin, Xanax, and young girls … or so the spam companies appear to think. I’m also a bit unorthodox. That’s me over there. No, not that way, that picture over there. How many people look like that who aren’t in the loony bin?
At the moment I’m too lazy to finish the site. Not that a website should ever be deemed ‘finished’ per se, but at the very least it should have content worthy of reading, and perhaps distracting, flashing advertisements. Ergo, with it somewhat lacking on both these counts, this site is labelled Work In Progress and is subject to change that could implode.
In case you’re the sort of person that twitches like a bad rapper if you don’t tweet every 8 minutes to show your friends how exciting you are, check out the latest happenings to prove just how glacial my site updates are. Alternatively you could do worse than try one of these recent(ish) entries:
Play Crouching Badger, Hidden Terror Mashup the title of the rubbish film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to improve it. Plug smd_faux_role On-the-fly role alteration so you can experience the admin side as your other users will see it. Adds a drop-down to the admin side either on its own tab or permanently o… Post Why are you waiting for leaders to slow the pandemic? Like the COVID-19 virus itself, it’s impossible to escape the media coverage of it. People are angry. Feel helpless. Scared. That’s all normal. But pause, just a moment, and think.
You might also enjoy the blog post entitled All my friends are virtual, but there’s always the possibility you think it blows. For those who crave even more hipness you can find me on Facebook or you can join the weirdos awaiting my first utterance on Twatter.
If you’re in any way dissatisfied with what’s going on amid these bytes, feel free to send me an email and I’ll either send you back an estimate of when I’ll get this site firing on more than one cylinder1 or point at your toes and laugh.
1 fineprint: One estimate per customer. Management reserve the right for the estimate to be within three decades (plus or minus) of the actual time the site works properly. No correspondence (after the initial correspondence of course) will be entered into. English teachers please forgive the last sentence ending with a preposition. Calls cost no more than thruppence a second and last for a week. Calls may be monitored for training porpoises. The editor’s decision is unanimous and his own, so ner.