Dearest Gentle Reader,

The end has arrived—and not a moment too soon.

One cannot begin without first addressing the most curious of social obligations: the meet-up. Yes, I was indeed compelled to attend, and though the chatter among companions was tolerable—even pleasant—the cold pizza was a crime against taste buds everywhere. Naturally, evidence of my attendance was secured, lest anyone doubt my suffering that Saturday:

But alas, the coordinators were not yet satisfied with their campaign of torment. No, they demanded a video. And not a charming recap of the gathering, but rather a full recounting of the entire saga of WordPress torture endured thus far. Imagine, dear reader, being forced to narrate one’s own misery for the amusement of others.

The video has, with all the dutiful resignation of a prisoner marching to the gallows, been uploaded to wordpress.tv. Yet let us not be deceived—its chances of ever gracing the public eye are slimmer than a debutante’s waistline after a season of corsets. For truly, one would have to be quite mad to approve such a spectacle for publication.

For those who prefer their complaints in plain modern English, the video awaits—an unfiltered chronicle of indignities, narrated with all the enthusiasm of a prisoner scratching tally marks into stone.

So enjoy these relics while they last. Soon every trace of this ill-natured toil shall vanish, leaving only whispers of cold pizza, endless strings, and the faint echo of humiliation.

Yours in sarcasm and survival,

Lady Lacky