blattidus - a revolutionary and newish web server

never has a web server so elegant, simple, high-tech, forward focused, business oriented, consumer oriented, non-GMO, and fair-trade graced our planet earth.

blattidus is truly the greatest web server to ever exist. have something you want to do? chances are, blattidus can do it.

things blattidus can do

  • B2B
  • microservices
  • JS framework
  • blockchain
  • REST
  • your taxes
  • your homework
  • stuff
  • wait in line at the DMV
  • and MORE

with the latest version of blattidus, blattidus/1.1, you are literally unstoppable! you will reap pure, hegemonic power!

NEW in blattidus/1.1

  • serve MULTIPLE files!
  • error pages! XXX errors will display XXX.html
  • htcpcp request handling!
  • hotel recommendations!

solutioning

  • enterpries solutions
  • web solutions
  • microservice solutions
  • solutions solutions

how do I run blattidus?

it’s simple! all you have to do is run the command:

curl -L 'https://citrons.xyz/blattidus1.1.py' | python3 - PORT FILES...

where “FILES…” is a list of files in your website, and “PORT” is the tcp port you wish to run the server on!

that’s it! welcome to blattidus!

blattidus adopters

coming soon: blattidus 2.0

blattidus 2.0 is packed with revolutionary new features, and is already in the hands of blattidus adopters. blattidus 2.0 will launch soon with this release date just around the corner:

never

mark your calendar!

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