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Written on March 2, 2006, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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Pod of Funk #3 is up.

I moved the audio files for Pod of Funk to another server three weeks ago. Todd told me that the updated feed wasn’t working properly. I “troubleshootized” the feed but it was still hanging tenaciously on to outdated links, so I had to delete the feeds and “reburn” them to make it work properly.

If you have no idea what the heck I am on about, don’t worry. If you are one of the 20 subscribers, all now callously discarded like a pile of crispy used audience kleenex, apologies. The new feed is exactly where the old feed used to be.

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This thing has 4 Comments

  1. karma
    Posted 2 March, 2006 at 2:06 pm | Permalink

    yes, i have no idea what you’re talking about

  2. Deek Deekster
    Posted 2 March, 2006 at 2:30 pm | Permalink

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  3. Indigobusiness
    Posted 2 March, 2006 at 5:51 pm | Permalink

    That was magnificent!

    It hit my mind like the opening pages of A Clockwork Orange.

  4. Lagowski
    Posted 3 March, 2006 at 9:49 am | Permalink

    He’s just copied and pasted a junk mail – don’t get him too excited about his writing skills ;->

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