Ashley Ream Dispatches from the City of Angels I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often. |
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2008-12-19 6:30 PM Please excuse our dust We've got some technical issues over here. You might have noticed. The sort of technical issues that lead to frantic e-mails to customer support when you can't log in to your own blog and then a near stroke when you can because Jesus-Mary-and-Joseph what the hell just happened?
Fifty percent of the punctuation on four years' worth of blog entries now looks like this: #&*%^. I know. There are more e-mails to tech support. I may have to fix them all by hand, the mere idea of which makes we want to stick hot pokers in my eyes. I'm hoping for some sort of magical fix on their end. There was an "upgrade." And what was before just fine is now a mess. My stress level may have something to do with my neighbor who, during this process, has been playing "Jingle Bells" on the piano pressed against our shared wall at one-quarter speed while a child screams. Eye twitch? What eye twitch? Excuse me while I go press my face into the cold tile floor and whimper. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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