In fixing a persistent scoring bug in the art portal - which appears to actually, finally be fixed - I introduced a new bug that caused the art submission process to sporadically fail. Oddly, the aborted submission would appear on the browse page as an empty box when you turned on all the ratings. Anyway, the bug has been fixed, and the Ghosts of Aborted Fetus Art have been sent back to limbo.

So, if you submitted art over the weekend and it died, I'm sorry, but as it was killed before it could be baptized, its soul cannot be saved. You can, however, submit the same art again, and it will work. It will completely replace the one that died, so that you'll never think of it again, like when your old relatives die, and after you do all that perfunctory funeral stuff, you can rest easy knowing you never have to struggle through a phone conversation with that lady who forgets who you are but somehow doesn't lose your phone number or the desire to talk to you again.

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Plus: I can bring whiskey to work.
Minus:

From the two ladies behind the desk:

"My mother was going to name my sister Malaysia..."
"Oh, that's a nice name."

We now have trophies for highest-voted art of the day, week, and month! Also, we've gone back and given the trophies that the art from the past few months should have won.

Also, we're hoping as many of the art portal members as possible will be around for our "reboot" this afternoon. Since a member of the portal can only extend 4 offers a day, the portal will get back up to speed if everyone is around to accept them. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, see Tom's front page post.)

OK, you can all go back to clicking on ads now.

Overheard at a pub: "You wanna know the real reason Patrick Swayze died? Cause I KICKED HIS ASS, YO!"

I think this is funny. You're not laughing, but I don't care. Fuck you.

Some of you may have heard that one of our mods got their account phished and among other annoying things, everyone in the art portal got descouted. Fortunately, I made an "undo" feature for that, which we used once we wrested the account back. Unfortunately, there were some bugs with that, and so now I have a bit of a mess to clean up.

In other news, I have slept with a number of very attractive women in my life, and will likely sleep with more in the future. I also get paid very well and live in my own apartment in a nice neighborhood of downtown Philadelphia. The kid who messed with our site, on the other hand, lives in his mother's basement and, sadly, has never kissed a girl. As he also wears XXXXXL-shirts and lacks the courage to meet the eye of any female ever, he almost certainly will never have sex in his entire life. I hope you will all take pity on him when he is 50 years old and still skeeving around the furry conventions.

OK, much work to be done. Bye for now!

Tom: Anybody want to do lunch?
Various staff: Yeah.
Tom: You wanna go walkies?
Rob: What?
[Tom goes into the bathroom.]
Jeff: Did he just say "Do you wanna go walkies?"
Bob: Yes.
Jeff: I've never been so filled with rage in my entire life.

I'll give you a hint ... actually, no I won't. Just be sure to get your panties in a bunch as quickly as possible.

By the way, anyone interested in my ongoing music experiments can check out my newest creation:
http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen /240047

I am terrified to announce that I now work for mankind's largest Communist government! We staff have come around, and we now see that subjugation is preferable to freedom. The website - that is, our new layout - is a big joke, and we are certain that it will bring lame, boring failure, and certain death.

I have to admit, it pisses me off to remove all adult stuff from here. I dislike it, but I think that we ought to unblock it. Nonetheless, I worked long and hard so that all users, bitches and idiots alike, would be unable to oppose our will.

Hope you hate it, because I hate you all!