Pod of Funk Number Three
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 I "troubleshootized" the feed but it was still hanging tenaciously on to outdated links, so I had to delete the feeds and "reburn" them to make it work properly.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.
posted by Deek Deekster @ 1:37 AM
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4 Comments:
yes, i have no idea what you're talking about
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.... better?
That was magnificent!
It hit my mind like the opening pages of A Clockwork Orange.
He's just copied and pasted a junk mail - don't get him too excited about his writing skills ;->
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