In case you wondered why chorrol was down, both harddrives in the server had died. It was lucky I could get back anything at all, not to mention this quickly.
My thanks go to the support of our webhoster who worked miracles, and to my girlfriend who had to suffer through agonizing hours of me cursing my lungs out.
Oh well. More and better backups next time, I guess.
I thought the FBI had closed down the website or some crazy hacker got through. Wow!
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And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”