Webmasters log, day 900

Got up, loaded some stories, nagged a few people to write stuff for the Wellred, responded to a few popups, tinkered with the site software, sent a few emails, ate crisps, drank faux Red Bull. Ah well, same as the previous 899 days then...

...with apologies to Star Trek.

And I thought you organised and enjoyed Lupercalia

That was yesterday, day 899....

Perhaps we should just say "Thanks and Congratulations"!

As you suggested, Alef, Thanks and Congrats for great work, Februs. Why Faux Red Bull?

As we approached day 901 the KLSF went to where no person has been before.

All the authors got their butts whacked right at midnight local time by a creature from outer space. It was said that it came from the planet of Warmbutt with the orbiting sun that has a crease down the middle, but no one knows for sure.

Now onward to new adventures and answering the question...who or what smacked all the author's butts?

It's about a third of the price of genuine Red Bull and unfortunately the remuneration I receive for services rendered to the LSF is so small that faux Red Bull is all I can afford...

But surely the adulation you receive within these pages is more than enough to warm the cockles of your heart if not your bottom?

All the authors' butts, canadianspankee. Author's butts would imply one author had several butts. Mind you, he or she might own a grouse-moor and then would be expected to own a large number of butts.

But I am in Mexico so English is not my first language at the moment, what do you expext of a poor Mexican guy?