Looks like a four or five hour site outage. The whole server was down, so I couldn’t even reach the guy who hosts my site at first, because he was down too. But at first glance, everything appears to be intact.
My inner Don wants to pretend I didn't, but my inner Peggy is thrilled to have you back.
(Meanwhile, my inner Pete is trying to figure out a way to use the outage against you, my inner Sal welcomes you back and thinks you look marvelous, my inner Roger doesn't get this whole "blog" thing, my inner Betty is really annoyed because of all the inconvenience the outage caused her, my inner Lane says, "Jolly good," my inner Joan loves what you've done with the place even though it's nothing like the way SHE would have done it, and my inner Harry didn't notice you were gone till you came back.)
My inner Sally missed you terribly, kept checking the website to see if it was back, and wants you to look at the eclipse with you to celebrate. I've got a really great cardboard box all picked out (maybe one of the dads can get it all figured out with a cool pocketknife that Grandpa Gene gave me on the QT).
I was pretending to work today, as I caught the tech guys checking out my computer to see if I was a "drain" on the servers yesterday. They'll get tired of the new spy toy soon. Lucky for me it coincided with your outage.
Scott, please stop. I just checked in to this topic and I haven't laughed this genuinely in a long, long time. My inner Freddie Rumsen has surfaced with predictable results.
"Mr. Bullitt, Mr. Bullitt – are you all right in there?"
"Oh, jeez. Would you mind getting me some paper towels? And cancel my 9:00 o'clock. Thank you, Lois."
Yes.
My inner Don wants to pretend I didn't, but my inner Peggy is thrilled to have you back.
(Meanwhile, my inner Pete is trying to figure out a way to use the outage against you, my inner Sal welcomes you back and thinks you look marvelous, my inner Roger doesn't get this whole "blog" thing, my inner Betty is really annoyed because of all the inconvenience the outage caused her, my inner Lane says, "Jolly good," my inner Joan loves what you've done with the place even though it's nothing like the way SHE would have done it, and my inner Harry didn't notice you were gone till you came back.)
Scott, if we still had a comment of the week feature, you'd totally win.
OH MY GOD. Yes.
I picked a bad day to have a bad day. But you're back. And I am glad.
No…I can quit this site anytime I want to…really really I can! But not today…just ONE more peek. REALLY. Last time. I promise. I can stop…tomorrow.
I missed you…and wanted to share how grossed out I am about Peggy and Duck. UuuK
I have a blister on my F5 finger and it's your fault!
Instead, I was reduced to reading all the dreck about Roman Polanski on Huffington Post…definately not a better use of my work-avoidance time.
I was so productive at work today. This is unacceptable behavior.
Awww, thanks, Deborah…
Absolutely I missed my Tuesday Lipp Sisters fix.
Oh, those pesky servers!
Thanks to all of you for the hard work creating and maintaining this site!
I was a tad concerned! But I'm glad you're back! I check this site about a dozen times a day!
LOL Scott! Perfect!
OMG Scott that was awesome!
And I too was lost, adrift…"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO THE BASKET" was my internal monologue. Meditations in an Emergency, indeed.
Wait a minute, Scott. You forgot your inner Baby Gene (assume you're going by your middle name, you don't want to be branded a sissy, do you
)
Caramia, my inner Baby Gene is currently haunting Sally's dreams. Her horrible, horrible dreams.
Scott, er, Baby Gene– Thanks, for letting us know your whereabouts, must be terribly exhausting being an old man trapped in a baby's body.
Actually, being a middle-aged man trapped in a middle-aged-man's body is no picnic either.
My inner Sally missed you terribly, kept checking the website to see if it was back, and wants you to look at the eclipse with you to celebrate. I've got a really great cardboard box all picked out (maybe one of the dads can get it all figured out with a cool pocketknife that Grandpa Gene gave me on the QT).
I was pretending to work today, as I caught the tech guys checking out my computer to see if I was a "drain" on the servers yesterday. They'll get tired of the new spy toy soon. Lucky for me it coincided with your outage.
It was almost worth it for Scott's post.
Listen, everyone, I am *quite* pleased that you all enjoyed my post, but I *still* refuse to sign a three-year contract!
Phew, I was worried for awhile. Scott, you rock!
@Scott, are you finding a way to make this all about you?
That's just my inner Betty again.
Hey, check this out. http://cuteoverload.com/2009/09/29/don-draper-he-…
Turns out the server crashed near the pool at a mod house in Palm Springs.
Since discovering this site, I've made daily pilgrimages. I missed it, and am glad its back – thanks for providing this oasis in my day!
Scott, please stop. I just checked in to this topic and I haven't laughed this genuinely in a long, long time. My inner Freddie Rumsen has surfaced with predictable results.
"Mr. Bullitt, Mr. Bullitt – are you all right in there?"
"Oh, jeez. Would you mind getting me some paper towels? And cancel my 9:00 o'clock. Thank you, Lois."
Frank…
I'd stop if I could; honestly. The trouble is, my posting impulses are controlled by my inner Jimmy Barrett.
*evil grin*