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If you haven't noticed, which I doubt you have, there've been two new changes to the site. The first one is kinda big but kinda not, and the second is just added flavor. And the big announcement is...

I got a new domain name. And a cool icon; not to brag or anything, but that image took me all of twenty minutes to make in GIMP. The domain name seemed like a logical step to be made at some point or another, and it seemed even more logical once I realized that buying the domain name literally only costs $12 per year. So, yeah. I'm going to do everything in my power to wipe the Blogger branding off the face of my site, while still kissing Google's gold-plated boots for even letting me have a personal web outlet in the first place.

The conclusion to the Phillip Madison mini-series thing will probably be a ways off, and other stories could release sooner. I'll need to completely re-evaluate that story as it stands and decide from there, so that's no doubt going to be a self-discussion for after I graduate at the end of this month.

Sorry for making a post about such a small update, but I'm taking the victories where I can.

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