Worldcomm Interruptus
Ok, I admit it. My paltry excuse for an imagination apparently defaults to bad latin parodies when a post title is otherwise beyond reach. At least there's a good pun in there, but I digress.
Blogging here was, let's say, impaired, around 9:00 AM today when Worldcomm threw a switch, or uploaded some data, or jostled something with their elbows and cut off the service to my ISP. (Extra credit to anyone who can tell me where the "jostling with elbows" comment comes from.) Commonly, an outtage like this might have caused concern or inconvenience. But despite the occasional Google hit from "gunners palace", Who Can Really Say? remains essentially undiscovered.
My inconvenience truly attained a marginal degree when I got home from work and the outtage remained. Just before leaving for work this morning I'd gotten an email notifying me that new comments had been left to a post from almost 3 weeks ago. My first comment spammer!! I was making the big time and the damn blog was down! On coming home I wanted to delete the spam but couldn't for the very same reason that no one could read the spam. I'm so torn.
No, the real inconvenience was suffered by the NetKungfu Babes who