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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 gullible, troubled by the diminutive size of my manhood, could do with a cheap Rolex to enhance my image, longing to find out which 'someone I know' is interested in me, and my vices are chewable Cialis, gambling, illegal software, and Tramadol … or so the spam companies appear to think. I’m also a bit of a goat. 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 ruin your appetite.

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 snort up any of the following lines of recentness:

Play Crouching Badger, Hidden Terror Mashup the title of the rubbish film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to improve it. Plug smd_parent Grabs the parent category from any given child in the Txp category tree. With large hierarchies you are not restricted to grabbing the ‘root’ element but can go any numbe… Post The quest for the coronavirus endgame When news of COVID-19 broke, I took it seriously. Same as most, I expect. As time marches on, I’ve changed my stance a few times. Real? Hoax? Partially true? An opportunistic power grab? Too many questions remain unanswered to make it a cut and dried case. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

You might also enjoy the blog post entitled Wears the keys, but there’s always the possibility you think it missed the target. For those who crave even more nowness you can find me on Facebook or you can join the minions 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 knees 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.