Read My Lips - the blog

Pish posh, what caused that slosh?*

Well, it doesn't happen often, but it seems my hosting company must have had a problem for awhile tonight, just as my visitation was climbing to a new high. I still think I have a new high by one visitor, but then that might have been just my imagination. Anyway, that is the way the cookie crumbles. If you are one of the people who came by earlier and got that stupid page saying the site was not available, it was completely out of my control. I was probably more upset than you, because I was not even able to use my own blogroll to get somewhere else when I found I could not access my own stuff. It is not that I really enjoy reading my stuff over and over, it is just that I like to check from time to time and fix all the mistakes that I missed the last ten times I checked.

At least the server was not off long, and it was not as bad as I thought, as I was pretty sure the problem was that some suicidal terrorist on a unicycle had destroyed the outhouse in New Hamshire where my hosting service is based. Thankfully, I am now assured they are all OK. It just seems that the guy who holds the end of the cord up to the bare wire running across the ceiling of the outhouse, because the plug broke off and they cannot get the wires to fit in those little slots in the socket where the light bulb is hanging down, slipped and fell into the hole. However, it seems he was fished out before he slipped too far into the matter at the bottom of the hole, and, although he smells just a little bit worse than he did when he came to work today, he is back standing on the bench, holding the end of the cord to the bare wire running across the top of the outhouse again.

So, all's well that ends well, as they say. I am just glad I am a long way from that outhouse in New Hampshire.

*Now surely that title is better than Oh Hell, what's that smell?

Posted by Tiger at July 31, 2003 11:59 PM