Bastard Blogger

In the face of Blogger’s current, and severe, problems I feel that this bastardisation, sent to me by James Higham, is appropriate.

To post, or not to post: that is the question:
whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous Blogger
or to take arms against a sea of endless loops
and, by pressing Republish, end them?

To waste hours idly looping, to sleep no more
while Blogger refuses to fucking Publish;
and by a sleep, to say we end the heart-ache,
knowing the bloody thing never got posted
when it said it did, wot; and the thousand
natural shocks that the computer is heir to,
’tis a consummation devoutly not to be wish’d
upon any fellow blogger.

Quite so. You’ll find me here for the moment, until Blogger has got a fucking grip on itself. This is not a permanent move, so I’d recommend not bookmarking it. I might well make the jump to WordPress (I need to spech it for a potential client anyway) but I shall do so on my own servers.

Meanwhile, let’s hope that Blogger sorts itself out sharpish.