My hours spent slaving over the idiosyncrasies and inexplicablenesses of a WordPress Multisite installation earned me some sweet sorrow.
A techy friend bought me a beer.
I do not talk to many techies in person so it was gratifying to find one among my peers who recognized that WPMS is a quixotic pain in the ass, and that one at least deserves an adult beverage for having succumbed to the hair-pulling indignities of sculpting its nuances.
