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i'm baa-aaack!

that's right! i have a computer again and i can post things! not that i've been completely unable to post things in the last little while, but having to work either from my phone or dom's computer [with none of my files], which means that i didn't have the ability to just randomly post a photo of me clearly making simon uncomfortable.


of course, at the moment, i'm limited to sharing photos taken a year ago or more, because the one casualty of my computer failure has been that i've lost a lot of photos. always make sure your back-up works, kids. also, i'll be spending quality time putting a lot of music back on my computer.

i'm not sure how long i'll have with the computer now. if a friend told me that they had a two year old who had undergone two brain surgeries in the last year, my reaction would likely be to tell them that they should try not to get too attached. [note: i probably would say this, because i'm shockingly insensitive about this kind of thing, which is why it's probably just as well that we don't know each other personally.]

but the happy news is that i'm back. to celebrate, until march 31st you can get 20% off either the digital or "analogue" version of my book "interference" with the coupon code "VERNUM". save your money for the computer crash that will eventually infuriate you!

in the meantime, i'll be getting things back up and running like normal here and hoping that this round of brain surgery is the one that does the trick, while using the internet to source parts for my next digital child.

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