What? I couldn't hear you, my interface got faced.

There's something somewhere about pride and falling...can't quite remember how it goes though....let me know if you figure it out. And, oh yeah, be careful with all those dangerous tools you're playing with these days, would ya? :)

Beth, I'll bet my blog has been down more than yours over the years. I've earned the right to act superior until mi

I was going to e-mail you last night and tell you that every link on your blog had a blogspot address was down.

I thought maybe it was some new political ploy for one of our aspiring governors-to-be...until I realized not all of your links are Texans...

I meant...
I was going to e-mail you last night and tell you that every link on your blog THAT had a blogspot address was down.

Not only were we down multiple times, worms chewed up templates. It's good to see someone celebrating our failings. ;-)

I guess there might be some comfort in knowing that you're not the only one whose oars don't touch the water.

So to speak.

True. :-)

Which is worse? Having oars that don't touch, or going without? Backup? What's that?

Eric, I'm offended so much by your comments about my blog host, Blogger, that I vow to punish you by returning regularly.

Of course, if your comments were less justifiable, I'd return every day.

Hey, Eric, check out my blog Lafayette Life for the latest exciting news from Cajun Country.

Sadly, the only domain for which I have web hosting that would support a Wordpress installation is tightly linked to my real-life name. I'm still working for The Man, and as long as that's the case I still feel the need to maintain a certain level of anonymity in my blogging.

It's kind of pathetic, actually.

You didn't offend me! I've been happily tending my flock of posts over at the über-reliable Blogsome for quite a while now, and to say I'm happy with their service would be a vast understatement. When I post something, it posts. When I want to write something, it's up and running. When I want to visit my site, I get my blog instead of an error.

Do I look back? Only once in a while, but when I remember the pain I experienced (and see the collective agony of all my friends), I immediately turn my head back and thank God for Blogsome.

Once one has tasted the fruits of better blogging platforms, one is forever spoiled.

Will, no more frequently than you post, I doubt very much that Blogger's reliability keeps you awake much at night. ;-)

John, I see you built yourself a new underwear shelf on your vacation, you wild man, you. (Actually, those kinds of projects are kind of a fun way to spend a vacation, if your wife will let you get away with it.)

Foo, at least you have a "real life" to which you can attach your name. We're not all so fortunate. (By the way, The Man called and said he knows who you are. But he's still flattered that you would care.)

Stephen, it just makes me feel all gooshy inside when I hear a love story like yours. ;-)