From The Innards of WordPress
Yes, we know. We’ve been chasing pieces of the site all over the Internet, while being locked out of our own server about 85% of the time.
We’re worried that everyone will abandon us. How funny is a blog that you can’t even look at properly? Not very funny at all! What good are we? Not much lately!
But like the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree, some magical somethingness is going on to make us all big and shiny and make all the other kids stop laughing and poking fun.
No, serious this time. Coming up right-soon. We’ll have more details when we claw our way onto the server later.
-teh custodial staff
Above: We ought to have been suspicious when the hosting contract was all misspelled and covered in paw prints.
I’m sorry, did you say something? I was over at The Editors place. Man, that site loads fast, y’know?
Oh, and that Norbizness. Dood is HY – Larious. Teh Left says to say hi.
mikey
Why don’t you guys just ‘fess up to the fact that you blew the server budget on Steel Reserve and a custom Marie Jon’ blow-up doll?
As troubling as it is to watch Teh Sadlies drip flopsweat like Gallagher with a broken sledgehammer, none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t released the GIANT SAMMICH from your communal fridge.
It was the Clenis, wasn’t it?
Sadlyno’s server is the equivalent of Sanjaya – of poor quality and slow to depart.
This comment may or may not load after ten minutes of trying.
We’re worried that everyone will abandon us. How funny is a blog that you can’t even look at properly? Not very funny at all! What good are we? Not much lately!
It ain’t no thing. Activity in the comments pavilion has slowed down, obviously, but the RSS feeds have been delivering the posts and comments just fine.
You’ll never lose me. Worst case scenario, and you lose everyone else, I’m a shoo-in for the next Photoshop contest.
What hamsters?
*licks blood from paws*
What? I didn’t do anything.
Well, not anything wrong.
Well, not anything wrong for a Bengal Cat.
Qetesh, Mehitabel, help me out here.
I may have, um, bitten off more than I can chew.
Or something.
But I totally am SO not responsible for the loss of Teh Preview Button!
Have you tried putting out broccoli? Hamsters seem to really like it. And some nice lettuce, maybe. Geez, do something, will ya?
Whoah
Did teh fix come?
Loading fast allah sudden.
Or did I speak too soon.
In more amusing news, Ann Althouse is flirting with me.
I think it’s cool. Makes a visit feel like being on set for The Enemy Below
I think HTML would make a surprisingly convincing U-boat captain. And AnnieAngel could play Robert Mitchum.
I do think three ships cats is a bit much.
i
I’m no internet expert, but I can’t recall a single blog server changeover that hasn’t resulted in chaos. Why do people bother?
It finally loaded, but on papyrus.
See, now, this wouldn’t have happened if you had gone with an American Shorthair, or possibly a Maine Coon.
Painfully slow connections build character.
In more amusing news, Ann Althouse is flirting with me.
Mmmmm. Women who fly into prolonged, inexplicable rages whenever breasts are mentioned are hot.
See, now, this wouldn’t have happened if you had gone with an American Shorthair, or possibly a Maine Coon.See, now, this wouldn’t have happened if you had gone with an American Shorthair, or possibly a Maine Coon.
But I DID!! That was my first and second wives!!
mikey
*jinxes it*
did something good happen here just recently, then?
Mine showed up in cuneiform on stone tablets on the slow boat.
yes, i think it did.
huzzah.
*raises nearly empty harpoon*
I keep checking back, just, you know, hoping. I also drunk-dial my old girlfriend a lot. Fucking pathetic. But you know, I mean, she still talks to me, and stuff, and well, I think she’s getting a new server, so it’s not like I want to move her down in the bookmarks or something.
See, now, this wouldn’t have happened if you had gone with an American Shorthair, or possibly a Maine Coon.
Like a Maine Coon would run a damn treadmill for a bunch of dirty hippies. Do what I do, pick the smallest and/or most easily intimidated of the household dogs and make them run the wheel, they’ve nothing better to do with themselves and they’ll believe anything you tell them for a chicken-crack pellet or two, or even a kind word if they’re particularly small and gullible.
There’s a five-pound, 15-year-old retired chorus bitch around here that I’ve only permitted to live because she barks REALLY REALLY LOUD when I want the back door opened. And the same humans who are always yapping about “Kishkan, the term ‘house cat’ was invented because you felines have no road sense, and no we’re not going to let you out no matter how many bad names you call us” always race to open the back door for *her*, just because she’s got no shame and a leaky bladder. Dogs, ecch!
I know where you can get a good deal on space….GWB43.com. They got all kinds of space available on freshly wiped drives.
FYI, the refresh just went like greased lightening. I’m going for 2 in a row…
3 seconds!…ok, don’t screw with it anymore. Keep the friggen’ cats off the 386 box, too…
By the way, I think I may have just found the ultimate weapon should another round of the dreaded Youtube wars ever break out.
Not that I would encourage anyone to use such weapons. The mere knowledge of their existence ought to be enough to prevent any such war from taking place. Granted, many of them don’t have videos, but that’s really for the best – can you imagine what the video for this would look like?
The world trembles.
By the way, that video is clearly fake. There is no way a cat would go to that much effort for dry food. They barely deign to eat it when it’s on a plate.
Ganesh, baby, you did the world a service. Hamsters are just incitement to sin, and we need to wipe sin from this earth, brother.
So, maybe later, you and me can have screaming cat sex on the fence for a few hours? But get the blood off your claws first, because that’s just so stereotypical.
Or did I speak too soon.
In more amusing news, Ann Althouse is flirting with me.
Eeuuuuwwwww. That was icky.
Bletchley Park called. They want the ENIGMA back.
I was over at The Editors place. Man, that site loads fast, y’know?
Mikey.. Mikey, that hurts. Dolchstoss.
Lesley, does that mean the photoshopping = the pony-hawk?
In more amusing news, Ann Althouse is flirting with me.
Has she somehow confused you with herself?
In the server wheel, no doubt about it, it’s tough. It’s hard work. It’s incredibly hard.
Ummm… Actually, cats are meticulous about spelling. Are you sure you guys weren’t dealing with a dog masquerading as a cat?
See, here’s what’s wrong. Normally I miss the opportunity to say something funny and original by minutes. But Pinko Punko ganked my cuneiform joke, like, days ago. That’s wrong.
Plus I have to keep typing my name in every time I want to comment, like y’all don’t even know me anymore, which is just really sad. I’m thinking about taking up drinking.
Oh, wait.
But Pinko Punko ganked my cuneiform joke, like, days ago. That’s wrong.
Tell me about it…
I don’t know which is making me happier, the resurrection of the bestest blog evar or the fact that one my senators, Schumer is ripping apart Kyle Sampson live on C Span. This administration is toast. I give it 9 months tops. Any wagers?
I don’t know which is making me happier, the resurrection of the bestest blog evar or the fact that one my senators, Schumer is ripping apart Kyle Sampson live on C Span. This administration is toast. I give it 9 months tops and I’m taking wagers. Anyone?
Here’s the answer to the problems:
http://thumbsnap.com/v/EnYZlzBw.jpg
Mecha-hamsters!
No food! They run on Rush (Moving Pictures is particularly effective)
No worries about predators (Sorry Ganesh, but the metal hurts a kitty’s tummy)
Generates 40 hp (hamsterpower) per furball.
and Teh Cute!
(just blindly pushing the submit button here and hoping for the best. Servers have timed out on me the last six times. I swear, it’s like the site is a Microsoft project.
Ginger Yellow- not true. Depends what the kitten in question was raised on. My guy doesn’t see wet cat food as food. He’ll only eat his dry food, or paesano bread, or unbuttered popcorn, or rubber bands…. Rubber bands are a true delicacy to my guy.
As to the courtship of me n Ann the perfect, how does everyone think i should pursue it? Clearly she enjoys a light spanking, but when I got too direct she didn’t reply. I need tactical advice, here.
Two words, a different brad: American Idol.
(Of course, I don’t really like the show.)
Argh, what happened?
Did the malkinites’ dns update or summin?
N also, even the “divine” mizz Althouse ain’t worth that. It’d take Jean Grey drawn by John Byrne to make me watch that crap.
Or Jim Lee. Not Kirby, Romita, or Liefeld, tho.
Not Kirby, Romita, or Liefeld, tho.
Dude. One of those names really does not belong. I mean, come on…it’s one thing to prefer Byrne over The King or Jazzy John – I can almost see that, if for just his run on the Fantastic Four – but Rob Liefeld is almost single-handedly responsible for making comics unreadable during the ’90s. Him and McFarlane…and don’t all of Jim Lee’s characters look fuzzy?
It’s ok. We english types watch cricket. Waiting 10 minutes for a page to load, only to be told that the request timed out? Nothing to it.
I meant solely in terms of drawing a Jean Grey who’d give me cause to watch American Idol.
McFarlane deserves most of the “credit” for what yer talking about, tho I never read Liefeld’s non Marvel stuff.
I’ll never forget that line on the first page or so of the first issue of McFarlane’s Spider-Man title. “His powers? ADVANTAGEOUS!”
Nevermind McFarlane was originally a hack who ripped off Art Adam’s highly detailed style to get a career, his writing made jebus cry.
Ummm… Actually, cats are meticulous about spelling. Are you sure you guys weren’t dealing with a dog masquerading as a cat?
Doodle Bean is correct. I defy you puny humans to find spelling errors in any of the comments by The Demon Kishkan, Qetesh, Mehitabel, El Gato Negro, or my own badass self.
You have obviously been hoodwinked by a more than usually intelligent canine. I have heard that such creatures exist, but I, personally, have never met one.
Keep the friggen’ cats off the 386 box, too…
Innocent Bystander, Ceiling Cat now has a webcam. I’m just saying.
Now, if you all will excuse me, Qetesh and I have a date. Mrowwwwwww!
Just keep it down with the yowling, you two. Some of us like our beauty sleep.