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For anyone who still might care, although I can't imagine who would, given my lack of posting, this is the official announcement that I am shutting down The Cake Eater Chronicles. 

For good. 

Mostly because I no longer reside in Cake Eater Land. 

Or in the People's Republic of Minnesota. 

Yes, that's right: I made good on my threats to leave the state entirely, and am pleased to say that once I've registered to vote in my new homeland, I will be represented in the Senate by people who are not a. Stuart Smalley or b. Amy "I'm a publicity seeking whore" Klobuchar.  Their names rhyme with Fay Gaily Mutchison and Fawn Smornyn. 

It's somewhat of a longish story that I will endeavor to simplify: the chemo-induced nerve damage in zee hands and feet was deemed permanent in August, and since I have a weird desire to be productive in the winters (never mind to go out of doors on occasion) the husband and I, at the end of October, packed up our belongings and moved south to observe and record the wild ways of the Texas hippies of Austin.  After some interesting stops and starts along the way, we're finally moved into our new place, the husband will be opening his new store tomorrow, and I can finally sit down and get some work done.  I'm more grateful than I can say because the husband decided to upend his business and to, essentially, start over so that I can be as pain-free as I can get.  He's a good guy and I am not worthy of him. 

I haven't the foggiest if I will start up another blog at some later date.  I might.  I might not. I simply don't know yet.  I'm working on other things at the moment, and they are keeping me involved.  I would rather quit this entirely, than continue to do it quarter-assed.  Because, my devoted Cake Eater readers, you deserve a blogger who can give you serious half-assedness, rather than the quarter-assedness you've been receiving.  While a quarter of my ass might constitute a greater portion of assedness than someone else's full or even half-assedness, it's still not as much as I feel I should be giving, if I were to continue with this.  Yet, I don't want to continue with the Cake Eater. I feel I've pretty much written all I can via this outlet.  It's time to move on.   

I believe the Cake Eater Chronicles has served me well over the years, as an outlet for some of my crazier thoughts and gags.  Not to mention it has introduced me to some fabulous people whom I consider to be good friends---even if I've never met most of them in person.  They've let me into their lives as I've let them into mine.  It's been an interesting six years, and I feel I've gotten about as much out of the Cake Eater as I'm able.  I hope you feel the same way.  

Thanks for sticking around, my devoted Cake Eater readers.  I appreciate it more than you know. 

Well, the Cake Eater got hacked last week. 

Some clever bot took advantage of a Drupal weakness and sneaked almost four hundred comment spams in through this crevice.  They did this in, oh, under fifteen minutes.  I was lucky I was at the computer when the emails started flooding in, otherwise, God only knows how many they would have managed to put on here.  They even managed to open up comments on posts where I had already closed commenting.  Fuckers.  Die, you bastard comment spammers, die!  (Although, I do find it interesting that comment spammers have finally taken the advice I gave lo those many years ago, and have started producing spam that actually has relevancy to the post on which they choose to defile.  Granted, it's copying of the comments others have posted, but, still, it's enough to make you do a double take at first. ) Anyway, now that the comment spammers have upped their game, I have to up mine in return. 

Also, I am sorry about this, but a few legitimate comments were deleted whilst I was cleaning up the mess.  Again, I am sorry about this, but it was either do a mass delete, or spend a thousand hours deleting them one by one.

Now for the rules of the road:

First off, there will no longer be ANY anonymous commenting.  Sorry about that.  I've never been really fond of anonymous commenting, but realize that it's easier for some people, and have left it open.  Well, no longer.  Sorry about that, but I have no choice in the matter.  Well, that's not really true.  I do have a choice.  I choose in favor of me not having to spend my spare time deleting a thousand comment spams offering pr0n of all varieties to you, my devoted Cake Eater readers.  Law of self-preservation kicking in.  Sorry about that, but I'm sure you'd do the same.  

And, second, if you would like to comment, you will need to register.  Registering is very easy, and once approved, you will be able to comment to your heart's content. Seriously, folks.  Registering is not that hard, and you can do all sorts of neat stuff when you've registered.  

Of course, all of this is dependent upon my providing some content which you'd want to comment about, which doesn't seem to be the case lately, but, me being me, I'll inevitably pour forth at some point.  Have faith, my devoted Cake Eater readers.