I made a terrible, terrible mistake and tried to switch hosts for this website. For reasons unclear to me, I moved from a reliable host used by many, many people to a host no one has ever heard of run by crazy incompetent morons. Upon realizing this I immediately switched back, but it has taken some time (and some help from this genius) to repair the damage to my setup. The damage to my psyche will naturally keep my therapist occupied for another year or two.
I believe we’re almost out of the woods, though even saying as much is probably tempting fate. So of course now that I can finally blog again I’m leaving tomorrow for a writing retreat in the middle of nowhere with no Internet access.
Whoops. I have to go vomit now.
SO glad to see you back online! Mein gott, I vas beginnink to worry, boychick!
Hey you’re back! If you ask me, things started to go wrong with that anonymous gift subscription to O Magazine.
Except for the vomiting part, I am extremely envious of you for getting to go on a retreat. For me, going to the coffee shop is about as much of a retreat as I get, but it does come with unlimited refills, at least.
You poor boy. I’m sure all the unpleasantness of last week was more than you could take. I was confused by your absence until I figured out that E.S. obviously stands for Eliot Spitzer, and then it all made sense. You take as much time as you need to get back on your knees feet. And make sure the paparazzi catch your good side.
run by crazy incompetent morons