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Mother f....

HDJM was compromised by Malware overnight. I'm in the process of cleaning it all out and making the site safe for readers. As far as I can see (and the reports I'm getting from the malware cleaning software that's been running for two hours now) it's safe. I've sent a report to Google for them to confirm and remove the "malicious blah blah" screen that you currently see.

A reminder that all of us are essentially doing this for free. (Ads are...well. We're not making more than enough to support the cost of the hosting/domain rights, honestly.) Every person that works for the site spends hours of their own free time to provide you with entertainment.

So please consider that before you comment with a correction, a "hem hem, you need to know that..." or you know, not even consider dropping a tip in the tip jar. It's not required, of course. We all do this because we enjoy writing and sharing fannish love with an audience.

Just a reminder. and some of us spend more than full time job hours on this site and we get really f*cking emotional when it crashes and people start complaining and nitpicking about pedantic things, and there are other things we could be doing with our time, you know.

This message brought to you by a woman that needs a vacation ASAP. Oh, right. MONDAY I HAVE ONE.

(Also, I'm learning as I go here, so please. PLEASE. Just be thoughtful, you know? You don't need to talk down to me in private messages and comments. It's just dickish and it makes me want to run away. CLOSE FRIENDS THAT EMAILED MY PERSONAL ACCOUNT TODAY: this is not in reference to you. <3)


Apr. 20th, 2012 04:21 pm (UTC)
What a crappy way to start a Friday. I'm just glad I checked in here before I gave you yet another heads up.


Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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