Thursday, February 01, 2007

Warning: Service Interruption Imminent

OK, I'm fed up with Blogger and I'm looking for a new place to engage in this pointless toy bloggery, or else I'm just calling it quits entirely. The new setup is garbage ... error this, error that, glitches, constant difficulties in posting, can't view the blog, blah blah blah. If there's anything I don't need, it's more headaches for no good reason.

This is today's thing, and the reason why I can't look at anyone's blogger blog at the moment (so this post comes to you courtesy of Rene Descartes, I guess):

We're sorry, but we were unable to complete your request.

When reporting this error to Blogger Support or on the Blogger Help Group, please:

* Describe what you were doing when you got this error.
* Provide the following error code and additional information.


Sure, put the code on the "Blogger Help Group," if it makes you feel better. I've never seen anyone from the assholes in Mountain View (i.e., anyone from Google) provide any answers or even make any appearance at all in that forum. So it's more of a "Helpless Blogger Emotional Support Group" than anything else, where you can go to say "Me too -- same problem here" while you waste yet more time fretting over your point-free nerd activity.

I need a better hobby. I'd take up knitting, but apparently it's obligatory to blog about it, so never mind that.

UPDATE: Service interruption downgraded to "empty threat watch," which means that conditions are right for empty threats to develop. If you see an empty threat on this blog, please take refuge in the nearest comments section.


Feral Mom said...

NOOOOOO! Don't leave me alone with the shrieking nothingness that is Blogger!

Stronger Than Dirt Pete Moss said...

At this point, it'd be harder to quit the blog than keep going ... and if I moved it to WordGoof or PressPull or whatever the other blog operators are called, I would waste all the paltry goodwill and blogpital I have painstakingly (OK, slothfully) built up here. And then I wouldn't be able to engage in as much speculative analysis of SiteMeter stats like trying to figure out who in Naperville would subscribe to the RSS feed, and whether some mysterious Firefox user from Bumblekrunk, Guam really spent 27:21 on 3 page views. But, mang, I hate the frequent outages lately. And I am colicky, dammit, colicky.

Plus, after the posting of that post, worser things to complain about came up, like thousands of dollars of car repairs incurred for my neglected chari-ott, and the discovery of frickin roaches living behind my sink. Blogger is the least of my problems at the moment.

But then tonight there is right now The New York Dolls (well, OK, David Johansen and Sylvain Sylvain and a couple non-dead dudes) on Soundstage ... so some things are going right.

Personality crisis, I got it while it was hot!!! Frustration and heartache is all I got!!!

Stronger Than Dirt Pete Moss said...

Another thing: I'm legitimately curious to see if I can keep the hit count at a relatively respectable level after the Wendy Snyder Storm of Ought-Seven dies down. It's unlikely, but it could happen.

I'd probably stand a better chance if I'd actually write something ... but, y'all, writing is hard! Plus, I write for a living, so it gets pretty tiring. The good news is, I can touch type really really fast nowadays. The bad news is, I can't do much else anymore.

Mr. Insert Namehere said...

for a while on your site I would post a comment, and then it would make me log in under my google name to be able to actually post it, but when I did, it took me away from my post, losing the comedy gems forever.

There was no way to log into the shitfunk under my google ID first, so it was basically impossible to do it unless you copied the text before logging in, then be forced to re-log in as a google burgoo, then hit the "back" button, and paste the comment crap into the thing.

And now the "visdual verification," below, which is much like your error code, is simply a box indicating a missing image, and the cripple verification button says nothing, so I doubt this will go through at all.

Google is quickly going into the shitcan. They were really good at so much, and then turned into the smug, Apple-like pricks that all silicon valley twatburgers become once their net worth is into 7 figures and the New York Times is doing stories about every third employee who is encouraged to do zany, madcap things during the day, like going out into the courtyard and juggling rubberized bowling pins.

Now their software has turned into buggy crapola, is virtually impossible to use without jiggling the settings every step of the way, and at work when I do a google search, often times the stored google searches I've done over the last 6 months at home are all suggested as I type.. ala "semen sample videos" and the like.

In other words, go to hell, all you silicon valley dicksmokers! To hell! I dont care what the people say!

Mr Peace

ps... and now it is plopping me back into the publish yer comment page for the fourth time with no explanation. maybe it knows that I hate it now.

Mr. Insert Namehere said...

> bad news is, I can't do >much else anymore.

That begs the question of whether you ever could. Zip! Bang! Pow!

Sorry about that.

Anyway, you're incorrect: you can still cook, probably better than you did in college when I last was a decent friend to you, and I think you still know how to polish the german war helmet, which are two skills I have become quite bad at.

brlfq spells mom and dad, and will also get my blog comment posted.