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For the first time in history, for one night, both the staff of The Awl and the staff of n+1 were separately having the exact same conversations at the same time. (Actually there was that one other time, back in January, when both publications experienced a simultaneous a craving for chutney.) This is the sad and frightening tale of what it's really like when your server goes kaput.
"Nothing will ever be the same"
But it will, it will be so so much the same.
Yeah, but your server has fundamentally betrayed your utopian ideals, or at least that's what Kierkegaard said.
Utopia timed out.
Can't type…laughing too hard…oh now laugh crying.. ow..TOTE BAGS!!!!!
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I would buy a tumbler set from the AWL store if there was one.
Something with a catchy Balk phrase like the sun is overrated.
I was making Bolognese sauce last night and I was frantic!!!!!!1
Right? I got confused and ended up fucking a staked cook.
It was alright, I guess.
I really did make it. I just like to read a bunch of different recipes and make up my mind. This time I used heavy cream instead of milk and added some fresh tomatoes. I haven't tasted it yet because I like to wait a day. So TONIGHT!!!!!! I will be in fucking heaven.
I usually just forget to pay the bill…
But then I spin it as a hacker war to avoid looking like a lame hobo.
Although 50% of the time I'm stoned and give conflicting instructions to the server company and make everything worse, but them hackers are some sneaky little ninja's.
Yeah, n+1 really shouldn't use Dreamhost. I hope that's not who's hosting The Awl.
No. That's good.