Once, there was site named trevorblum.com.
It was a wild garden, overgrown with weeds and briars.
Unlike the tales, no Prince was going to come and hack through the brambles
to give it ( in a manner of speaking ) the kiss of life.
As always has to be part of the story, the wicked witch ICANN had cast a spell which,
if not broken by a Prince, would ensure the death of trevorblum.com when the site registration expired.
I ( not exactly Briar Rose ) had a plan to recover any goodies from the dying site
and create a brilliant new and dazzling site better and even more wonderful than the old.
This, briefly is it. A replacement for the dying site, long live the King.