* domain sockets -> tcp sockets
* broader HTTP support

* add e2http
* remove gil management from the extension

First release. Sure, why not?

First release. This cultivates structure for operational management,
and there's even some domain-specific functionality here!

Fred left the Army to spend so many words on letters to the editor proclaiming the wonders of his wisdom that he was left with few to write for his readers. Energized by Wagner's death, a creative spark shocked his diseased brain and he farted Zarathustra onto the page while Pinnochio sprang to life in the delivery room next door and Joyce across the hall.

Lafcadio meanwhile had already been pulled out of Greece and pushed out of Dublin, delivered to America to blossom in the benthos of the last stop for pilgrims. Ten years later he found a way to migrate again. He managed to pull Japan close but died 15 years before Goddard devised a method of reaching even more extreme altitudes.

One tried sunlight for nationalism, one tried hitting, one tried high art, and Prometheus invented the house fire. Wagner taught retreat into mythology behind a pompous veil that shrouds the disconnect from reality. Henry Watkin and Paul Leon drew the artist closer to the subject. Ariel drew a line and chased the tale, a dialectic of material mermaids!

Carlos left the Army to punish the Christianity into Pinnochio the year Benny was born. He left the Army to wrap his strings around the Mediterranean and when the Duce turned 21 he went out drinking with Disney, who woke up pregnant with the story as war overtook the world. Again! Not long after peace returned some five years later Donald The Dingus demanded an encore for his birthday then left his brother for realty, reality, and Rosie.

The Duck meanwhile had enlisted in the Navy and raised three nephews, who one night found a flute that they used to lure the woodworkers to the Magical Lathe in a cabin in the woods. To their surprise a bucket of glue poured down on each as they entered, and all of them pulled in by the spinning were squished up so close together that they hardened into the Giant Gepeto!

When he was all done curing, the trio took turns turning through the night. By morning the statue had been reduced to a pile of shavings and a figure small enough to fit under the Cloning Beam, which the nephews used to make this doll I bought you for Christmas.

I made one more trip to New York before Aunt Jin died, certain I'd see her soon down the Potomac. I first met her on the Gulf of Mexico, a long line cast to lure me to the Hudson. We spent the day talking with her caretakers, the neighbors, and the new parents moving in.

She sent me home with a table that I refinished waiting for the wake. Gravitational collapse calling the exploratory back to the island. Star. Starlight.

After the funeral I queued up "New Orleans Funeral Jazz", which is a thing you can do on a whim these days, and schooled up to race the body to the grave. We gathered inside a stone pavilion lined with the seals of the Air Force, Army, Coast Guard, and Navy, two versions for them. A friend from Lake Winnipesaukee said a prayer and we left roses for the dead as we departed.

The gas light flipped on outside of Calverton and I thought about swimming to New Jersey or backfloating back to Sebastian Beach. Some foreward thinking spirit saw fit to build a gas station, and another to pack a snack for the drive, stockpiled for the mail carriers in the summer drought, and the ghosts of the past scared away the island fever long enough to drift to Jericho for nostalgia and salmon.

The sails were tattered by then, half my legs replaced with pegs, all my eyes patched, and my connection to the Internet severed, the dregs of bandwidth drained by "Party Hits" on the way from the cemetery. I managed to follow the signs to Queens after lunch but the Belt Parkway Portal appeared mysteriously near the airport to drop me in the Caribbean, a confluence of strange seas. I anchored on a small island I recognized from a story I once heard in West Philly and followed sunrise and sunset north to Wissahickon.

I found the dogs waiting for a walk, an opportunity to catch up with the squirrels on the last two weeks of life, and the next two minutes, generations, autumns. We landed somewhere in the present, fixed to Jeopardy. Terrible Terry, a skunk's critique of the air freshener in the outhouse behind the landfill. Brent's bonus 100k on Wheel. Giants and Steelers tied 9-9 at the half.

Bo and Willie visited for a sleepover after Labor Day. They came back again the next weekend while I made a trip to grandma's. I saw a sign for Shakespeare in Manhattan so I made a little detour on the way home. I thought I knew where I was going, but Jackie Robinson chewed me up and spit me out somewhere in Brooklyn.

I found a navigator in a bar full of monsters and soon enough we found ourselves underground negotiating with Cerberus. The dogs smelled one of their own inside so they offered what tricks they had to get by. They found him lying on the riverside and called out to the ferryman to broker a deal with him too, three bones for another day in the sun. Content with the terms the wolves howled for the good boy, who flew off with his treat.

We sailed on to heckle the bard, who guided us to a sphinx whose riddle I couldn't solve. Nearly mad with hunger the navigator sniffed us out a slice of pizza. As I finished my last bite, I saw in the grease on the paper plate the way home. I made it back just in time for Teemo's ninth birthday! He got cake and I got a tattoo. The seasons are changing and I needed a change of scenery. So I painted the site. And I built a hallway to hang some pictures.

We made a visit to Peace Valley today. I found another guy with two dogs and we scuttled around the shore with them for a bit pinching at the metaphor. They sailed off and we sailed on, stopping for a snooze in the shade before setting course.

A bluejay in the backyard reminded me I forgot something so we were back on the water soon as we made it home, back to the Aisle of Grocery. The dogs watched the boat while I went ashore hunting and foraging for sunflower seeds and a can of wet food.

I finally made a fire and ate then did some work on the site, which helped inspire this little write up!

Mainly I added a new landing page. This space has been blog-forward from the start, now feels time to aim the shrink ray at the ChangeLog and set it beside Thing Being Changed on the same island. The posts kept the same URLs but their index is now here. The archive and rss links are also still the same but I removed them from the main navigation.