2.28.2007

My Umpteenth Apology


I know there are 46 Comments out there that I can't "get to" so that they can be posted. At least the blogger software team is now aware of it (as can be seen above.)

It drives me nuts.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's what you get for moderating. I have no sympathy for you. I've been spending more time on Pseu's site lately myself.

mzchief said...

Hmmmmm...
You could ALWAYS forgo "comment moderation" until Blogger concocts a remedy for the snafu.

Anonymous said...

No apologies necessary, but it's killing this blog. Not only might a person take time to draft a thoughtful comment only to have it never show, but there are probably many like me that drop by far less often due to fewer comments. And it's a vicious cycle, since fewer visitors means even fewer comments, which leads to even less visits, etc. Also, the timing of responses is now delayed so there is less back and forth banter. Now there is considerable lag time between comments...so having an hour to bop around the blog and get into arguments, etc. has sort of gone away...it's like blogging on tape delay or something. It's not "live" anymore. Oh well, like I said, no apologies necessary but it's less fun to be on this blog today than it used to be, even though it's still got good stuff to comment on.

Anonymous said...

.... excuses

BSG said...

Oh, I don't know about "killing" but it is different now. But the Comments got to the point where even I was shocked. If there is less traffic (and I'll check on that later tonight), it's just a price I have to pay.

But, overall, I'll take the "new blog" over the "old blog." And I've only rejected a handful of comments and, trust me, you didn't miss anything.

Anonymous said...

maybe, but its still less fun and i don't visit as much either. but sure that doesnt matter. but i liked to see my post asap

Anonymous said...

Remember when we could just go to the circus and have fun? Well one day that feeling just drifted away like the smell of popcorn on the wind and now the circus don't come round like it used to anymore.

So as the spotlight fades to black and you wipe the grease paint from your face, like John Wayne Gacey, remember all the friends you killed in this place.

BSG said...

Okay . . . uh . . . what?

mzchief said...

TO anonyNOTHING 9:27...

No more crack for YOU!

Anonymous said...

I like the new blog better. Thanks