Okay, so…apparently Blogger was hacked. *twitch* They’re reccommending you change your FTP password if you kept a record of it here, just in case. Which is good and fine and wise, and sucks righteously.

I just really don’t feel digging out the URL for account maintenance, and going thru eighty “that certificate has expired” windows and then waiting an eon for it to load, and changing the password, and waiting an eon for the logout to load, and then hoping to god I can actually remember the password and/or that I typed it correctly.

What I would really like to do is talk to Des, and have a soda, and maybe curl up and watch my boys make asses of themselves on stage for a couple hours. Because really, what the hell is “Justin’s Beat Box” anyway, and why do all the slash girls seem to think its a _really_ _good_ _thing_?