Once upon a time, there was a blog called Poison Spur.  It was sporadically entertaining and boasted a readership well into the double-digit range.  Most of all, it was a place where I could spout whatever gibberish popped into that pretty little head of mine for all the world to see.  I liked that.

What I also liked was that it didn’t cost me a dime.  My friend Alex hosted the site for free on one of his servers located at a third-party data center.

Then the unthinkable happened.  There was a total system crash with no chance of recovery.  I’m a little hazy on the details but in the aftermath, the company housing the machine thought the best course of action would be to format the hard disk, erasing all the data.  Their reasoning behind this decision has never been adequately explained.

“Not to worry,” Alex assured me.  “When I have a moment, I’ll get you set up on another server.”

Weeks passed.  Then months.  “Sorry for the delay,” Alex would say.  “I promise to have things up and running by [insert lapsed deadline here].”  I’d take him at his word and divert my attention to the consumption of whiskey.

I can’t really blame him though.  My blog was the only item on his to-do list that neither earned him money nor got him drunk.  It’s little surprise Poison Spur languished on the bottom of the priority list for so long.

Now it’s back, more or less.  I managed to salvage most of the entries from Google and disk cache, and even preserved the date and time of the original postings.  I still need to add categories but I’ll deal with that later.

Other than a new layout, don’t expect a lot of changes.  I’ll have a new pulp review ready in about a week or so (need to go to Kayo Books tomorrow) and will continue to push the boundaries of taste whenever possible.

Let the good times roll.