Well, me blimey buckos, the day’s over, the pain is past and I feel like singing a LJ chantey.
Be lively, now, me Bonnie Raitts. Arr!
Ohh, slow Ell-Jay down, laddie, slow LJ down,
Way-hey! slow LJ down,
We’ll scuttle the server and run ‘er aground,
We’ll try so hard to slow LJ down.
Ohh, slow LJ down, laddie, slow LJ down,
Way-hey! slow LJ down,
With SQL, Timelag, and over-search clowns,
we’ll try so hard to slow LJ down.

I yam what I yam.