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No, I Wasn’t Hacked, I Was Supported

I switched this site over to dedicated hosting, and the IP/DNS was somewhat mangled by the hosting company.

Should be all better now, and service should be more reliable in general. Hopefully.

Maybe.

I also switched the blog template to a less dynamic/ajaxy and hopefully more resource friendly incarnation of evil.

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