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Thank you for all you’ve been doing! It is appreciated!!!

You deserve a medal! 👏👏👏

Greetings folks...
As you might have noticed, this site has been offline since around mid-day Tuesday.   Our prior hosting provider decided that they are unable to continue hosting our website and had ended service to us.  Unfortunately they did not provide any notification to me about this decision and I was forced to move the site to a new server without any sort of heads up.  This includes arranging for the new hosting company, configuring the new server to meet the technical requirements, getting a copy of our current data, restoring that data (over 300GB of files), recovering the database (over 18.5 million records in that database taking up 11GB of space for the DB alone), and reconfiguring the software itself to run in the new environment.  
While migrating there was also some technical issues that I ran into that required me to coordinate with Invision's technical support team.  So that back and forth added additional time to the mix as well.  
And to pile on further… all of this occurred while I'm traveling for my day job. So I've been doing this while in a hotel in between doing my day job on the road.  
There are most likely several other things that will need to be fixed still and I'm working through them.  For example, email may only be partially working.  I still need to setup things like SPF and DKIM for the new server so our emails don't flag as spam.  There are other settings that might need to be redone to work in the new server as well that I'm not thinking about yet.  (As you might have imagined, I've not had much sleep during this whole process.)
But anyway... you get the idea.  No... we're not going anywhere!  This was a minor setback but we'll continue to move forward.  Thank you all for your understanding and support!
Rob

Here are some pics of this, in my opinion, beautiful note (I dont like the euro notes at all):
https://www.bankofengland.co.uk/banknotes/polymer-50-pound-note
 

There's a good quote from Ed Cunningham, the sportscaster:  "Friends are those rare people who ask how we are, and then wait to hear the answer."  If this guy is a real friend, he might have begun the discussion with a question along the lines of:  "Mind if I ask why you started doing this?" and then also wait to hear your answer.
 
 

I don't recall who first said it - but humans need narrative, and humans are exceptional at finding patterns where there are none... as reality of infinite universe and random events have a way of messing up the day....
 

 
Anyone have a clue how to bribe the random gay sex fairy to improve ones chances ? Vodka martini's and boxes of chocolates left on the mantel mysteriously disappear overnight, and no trace of glitter left behind...

two recommendations (both British)
CJ Sansom - Shardlake series - historical mystery series set during the reign of Henry 8th.   Sometimes difficult to figure out the order of the books, but I think it starts with Dissolution.
Patrick O'Brian - Master and Commander series - set in the 1800s following lives and career of a captain in the royal Navy and his friend (Physician, novelist, spy).  Supposedly the majority of the framework of each book comes directly from hand-written accounts contemporary with the time, thus when and where ships met, political intrigue, placement of ships during battle are (claimed to be) technically accurate.   

There’s no indication or comment that it was anything connected with his work or lifestyle. I guess we shall find out in due course but it feels improper to speculate on what the cause was. Best to just pass on sympathy to his family and loved ones and thanks for his life. 
I know people who worked with him (I’ve worked with them) and none had a bad word for him. Sometimes you hear on the grapevine that certain people are difficult but it wasn’t the case for him.
People tend to think doing this kind of work is easy, it’s not even work. At first it is like that but very quickly it becomes different. If you’re going to sustain yourself doing porn and sex work you soon realise you need great discipline, conscious effort and a great degree of professionalism that exceeds that for many conventional jobs. There’s all sorts of diversions, risks, shady characters and temptations that young and impressionable minds can be subjected to. Those strong enough to recognise the risks, manage them and keep a sense of perspective can be successful on a long term basis. The others get eaten up or burn out quickly and leave. 

Here's a story about a much younger friend of mine, which you can say I was 'part of' his experience. (We texted the other night and a reminder of this experience came up, which I forgot to share before).
In August, 2018 I was friends with a hot 23-year old recent college grad student who was originally from Colombia. I worked in the college library for a few years while he was a student (undergrad and grad), and  he always asked me for help. He was handsome, with an incredible body when he first arrived as a freshman and just developed into a sexy young man as the years went on. He was also very flirty - knew how to use his 'Latino sex appeal' to get ahead with men and women (I wasn't blind to that).  Once he left the college for good  in May, 2018 he asked that we stay in touch over the summer, as he was going to need help with cover letters and resumes. I agreed, and got together a few times after that (both flirting with each other, nothing further). He applied for a number of jobs over the summer (financial institutions) and had a lot of interviews lined up.
In July, I mentioned to him I was going to NYC for a weekend to 'get away' for a few days. He asked if he could join me as he had only been there once or twice. I agreed if he paid for his own transportation and meals, and I paid for the room (and I told him I'd be booking a room with a kinf size bed, not two beds - he was fine with it). On our way there, he asked if we could go to a 'famous department store' because he needed to buy a nice suit for the interviews he had coming up (and he had a brand new store card he could use). Off we went to the men's department, which was empty that  Saturday afternoon.  
There was a rather petite, middle-aged 'sales manager' there ever so prim and proper. I must say my friend looked super-sexy in his tight jeans and fitted tee shirt. Mr. Manager noticed him right away.  My friend and I started on the 'sales racks' and found nothing. We moved over to the regular over-priced 'designer suits' and Mr. Manager flew over to us, asking if we needed help to which we said 'not right now' but we would call him over if we did. (You had to see him check out my friend.) I then whispered to my friend, "I bet you can get some great deals on these suits if you play your cards right with him. He's obviously attracted to you." My friend knew exactly what I meant, and said, "Watch me".
We pull out a shirts, slacks, jackets, and then asked for his help, so he brings us to a dressing room. My friend asks for me to go in the dressing room with him, so Mr. Manager brought us to a 'bigger' dressing room which easily fit the three of us. So in we go, and Mr. Manger calls someone over to 'watch the floor' while he helps in the dressing room. In we all go with armfuls of beautiful clothes to try on. Mr. Manager is trying to act 'professional and focused' as he sorts the items out, I'm winking at my friend as I take a seat, and my friend winks back as he starts to disrobe and rub his dick in his bikini briefs (he knew exactly what he was doing), licks his lips and runs his fingers through his wavy hair. He knows how sexy he is.
Mr. Manager finally turns around and sees my friend and his raging hard-on in his underwear, his sexy legs and beautiful smooth chest / torso. Poor guy starts fumbling his words and hands him some pants and a shirt, sweating it out as my friend starts to try on clothes (I admit, this was the first time I had seen him without clothes on, and he was a sight to behold).  Within minutes, Mr. Manager goes for my friend's waistband on his underwear and tugs it down. My friend's cock almost poked his eye out. Without missing a beat, my friend politely responds, "Before I let you taste that - what kind of a deal can you give me on all of this ?"  Mr. Manager says he could give him more than half off the jacket and pants, and throw in the socks, three shirts and three ties 'complimentary'. It was an incredible deal. I wink at my friend as I still sit off to the side, and he says "Let's do it."  Mr. Manager drops to his knees and starts sucking him off - to completion (I didn't join in, though my friend kept nodding me over to  join, but I enjoyed watching). Not a drop of cum was wasted.  Sure enough, we go to check out and it all costs my friend about 25% of what it should have for all he got at full price. Mr. Manager also throws in two packs of the underwear my friend was wearing, since he asked him in the dressing room if he could keep his.   And he got free shipping, too, so we didn't have to lug it all to our hotel and back home on the bus.  After dinner, we head back to the hotel and had the best night of our lives. Because of him, I now have a 'thing' for sexy Colombian escorts and masseurs that kind of remind me of him, and they're at the top of my list. 
Six and a half years later, I don't see him any more. He moved across country for a fantastic job (probably thanks to his 'suits' he wore on the interviews), and now lives with his girlfriend (yeah, he lives a straight life). We text each other every now and then, we connect on social media (my heavens, he's quite the specimen at nearly 30), but I haven't spent time in person with him since COVID hit and he moved. When texting, I end the conversation by asking if he has 'the suits' - which he does - and responds with a 'Best purchase I ever made and you know it !'. Says it still fits him perfectly, still has the shirts and ties and wears them to 'business events' outside of work. 

"... maybe..."
which I ultimately learnt was their polite way of saying no...
 

Sorry about your illness
Canceling in this case would make me trust you more, especially with an explanation about how you don't want to get anyone sick. You did the right thing.
If I met with someone with an obvious case of a cold/flu or worse it would be my last meeting with them and I would probably complain about it here.

Concur, and given how active you are was going to also guess at mid-90s