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 desperate, massively overweight, feel like gleamifying my teeth, really should protect my computer against harmful viruses and Trojans, and my vices are chewable Cialis, poker, wet chicks in my inbox, and young girls … or so the spam companies appear to think. I’m also a bit unorthodox and willing to weave magic for you. 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 an homage to the fuel efficiency of the Humvee. Ergo, with it somewhat lacking on both these counts, this site is labelled Work In Progress and is subject to change that could stretch your favourite jumper.
In case you’re the sort of person that twitches like a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl without her iPhone 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 get recented up on:
Play Crouching Badger, Hidden Terror Mashup the title of the rubbish film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to improve it.Plugied_plugin_composer An update to the amazing ied_plugin_composer plugin from Yura Linnyk. Now uses the standard plugin template (plus some neat CSS mods by net-carver), supports Textiled he… PostEye test technology is always right If opticians want people to visit more regularly and not regard them as wealth-sucking ogres, they’re going to have to start listening.
You might also enjoy the blog post entitled How fast is too fast?, but there’s always the possibility you think it both sucks and blows. For those who crave even more instantitude you can find me on Google+, Facebook or you can join the socialites 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 Christmas jumper and laugh.
1 fineprint: One estimate per customer. Management reserve the right for the estimate to be within three parsecs (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.