I have just found out, to my intense irritation, that some of my posts don’t appear in all browsers or at all times or on all computers. I swear, I really swear, I am posting daily. But the internet gremlins are clearly a censorious little bunch of toadstools [with excellent taste, of course - Ed] and there we have it. Glitch. Unfixable, because whenever I’m actually logged in, everything is present and correct, if drivel and rubbish, so I can’t see whatever it is I need to see to know why you, oh gracious readers, can’t see, and you know what? At this rate, Bernard Levin can kiss my subordinate clauses (metaphorically. On account of being dead for three years). And I do feel that this paragraph has gone to hell in a hand-cart, taking any gist it ever had down with it.
[’Twas ever thus.]
It is also time to plunge back into the serried armies of lectures and seminars and practicals and viewing the Library as a source of (sporadic, possible) information and neurotic hives rather than a cause of irritation and, err, hives. As work is savagely kicking my arse at the moment, I have an inkling, in a pocket somewhere, that I will at some rapidly approaching point, melt down. Possibly with tears, and alcohol on a week-night, and such.
Or maybe it’s just the horrifyingly imminent prospect of the Christmas Holidays. You think I’m being funny. Ahh, no, Christmas is a Slough of Despond and of dismal pressure to be jolly in the face of a dog-pile of tragic memories at the moment. Ze familee, you zee, iz broken.
In any case, Universe one, Reed nil.
Update: Found glitch. My own very dumb fault. Universe two, Reed nil.
Dear Reed. Even when you’re miserable you’re still brilliant.
Hope you start winning soon.
Left by Lilian on November 13th, 2007
[…] from The Web Jump to Comments There’s a frenzy of writing on the Web this month. The GloBlos are posting daily (a trial forme, I have to admit, but I’m grittily hanging in there by my teeth) and the NaNos are writing 1,667 words of their novel a day, and some crazies are doing both. There are 6,068 people doing GloBlo at last count and over 60,000 writing novels. One of the best things about GloBlo is making new friends (hi, Alida!). Another great thing, as Reed and Aphra pointed out, is hitting that Randomizer button and indulging in a lovely long blog surf. Unfortunately, some blogs are awful. But the Web is democratic, so if you come across something that sends your apostrophe alert button zinging, rings your bad grammar bells, plays music so loudly that you spill your coffee, or muses about things you don’t feel like musing about like belly button lint (Dooce, j’accuse) or whippets or the face of God seen in a kiwi, you can move right on. […]
Left by Tales from The Web « Charlotte’s Web on November 14th, 2007