Perhaps you found magic in the OS os and made your connectedness happen in spite of all the kludgyness.

Until the days of "too many errors." Perhaps those never before challenged ties proved too much for the ritual and vice versa: the gathering, the maintaining, the listing, the attention.

That seduction of "isn't it my time, already?" has made hash of the reason I joined.

How about you?

Whether you bemoan the slowness of OS compared to your more optimal alternative, not that there's anything wrong with that, or have come to resent the elevation of some members to editorship during sundry lazy spells, or have slogged the good slog in spite of it all, there is a common truth transcending. 

Whatever it took. Whatever the mojo, as the antedeluvian blues men called it, the site has had technical continuity for a while now.

Today is like the day the bird sounds aren't there any more.

What? No "TOO MANY ERRORS?" Props where due, n'est-ce pas?

So for you, Jacob, may I call you Jake?

No?

Doesn't matter. Because for finding the fixes that made OS run quasi-successfully, or for knowing the right people to whom you absolutely must extend these thanks, I'm treating.

I'm sending you all doughnuts.

Not just ANY doughnuts. 

(Good God, hordes, is there no end to your incessant whining writ large? I brought enough for EVERYBODY, 'kay?)

All you need do is "scan with the front of your pad.

 
Now face north

Think about the Chinese

Wonder why some doughnuts appear

Then scan with the back of your pad

Now face west

Think about the calorie count

Wonder why you haven't before"

"One."

That's a hoot!

It's incontrovertible.

Say it with me, everybody.

TO JAKE!

Hic, hic...