that I lost some of your comments, or a diary, or if you are having some technical problem, post about it here.
I’m going to put on my hairshirt.
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BooMan
Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly. He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
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not pissed…just lost a comment to Diane101 in regards to her Community Center..it was rather long..but no biggie. I can live. btw/ what is a hairshirt? I’m guessing a shirt you bought when you saw a production of “Hair” the Musical? The meltdown was a drag as you had just posted that diary on dkos, it left everyone clicking on the EuroTrib and they couldn’t get on and now the diary is buried in the belly of Dkso..Maybe Soj should post another one tomorrow.
no worries, we are just fine, at least I am, Cham. please repost comment and see that I have just posted.
Booman I still love ya…
It’s all just digital…..
and I’m sorry about it. I’m also wide awake at 3:44 in the morning.
A hairshirt is made of haircloth and is worn by penitents and monks while they whip themselves.
I know YOU’RE Pissed…but lets not have our fearless leader start Whipping himself at 3:44am. We don’t want you arrested after your Fab European Debut. MB just posted a diary…that should cheer you up..it’s awesome btw.
you some locust for a late night snack so you can complete the look? Don’t forget to rub yourself with ashes either. You must appease the Deity of the Internets.
these locusts are good. The key is to treat them like crawdaddies and suck their brains.
I hope you’re able to get some sleep tonight, I’m sure you’ve got X-Men quality adrenaline levels.
for that. If I crash now, which I wont, I’ll be up at eleven at best.
I’ve had an oddly stressful/rewarding 10 days.
be 8:00am here so no big deal on the West Side.
First thing in the morning and you start me jumping to Cajun rock. Here is a bit of Crawfish for you from Zachary Richard- the whole album is guaranteed to wake you up.
http://www.zacharyrichard.com/mp3/Crawfish.mp3
I hate to say this, but it’s still doing weird stuff. (Why am I telling you what you no doubt already sadly know?) Just now, every time I clicked “Preview” it took me to the European BooMan, and when I tried to post a comment the same thing happened.
a quite lengthy and fabulously stupid and embarrassing comment I was about to send.
I still love ya’
Man, with a title like that, I was firing my rant engines right up. Alas, I didn’t lose any comments. Guess I’ll have to stoke the fires on my rant a while longer, do some research, and turn it into a diary after all.
Shit happens.
Don’t beat yourself up about it. We forgive you.
The other day I looked at the folder with all of the text files of posted diaries and wondered what the hell I was keeping them for. Now I know.
I hope you are able to get some rest, these technical issues can really mess up the day of the person trying to get them fixed. We’ll all be here tomorrow.
Oh, wait. . . that’s right . . . I am fucking pissed. I posted a diary that completely solved all of the difficult issues the Planet was facing and would have gone on to win the Nobel or Pulitzer – or whatever the hell I could have won posting on a Blog. And now I can’t remember what it was about.
Damn you Booman.
bite the hand that feeds you. Love the site booman. Can stand lots of glitches for such a cool place.
NOT pissed, cause I slept through the whole thing!
I’m sorry for anyone who lost anything, but don’t beat yourself up too much!
I lost some comments detailing an experience I had with a homophobic mentor while dealing with a gay client a long time ago. Unfortunately discussing the evils of homophobia broke no new ground. Booman and evrybody – you are the most fantastic group of people I’ve encountered online. You are forgiven ANYTHING.
if you expect that they will always do what you mean and keep all your data safe – you are due for a lifetime of pissedness
I’ve done my share of hosting forums and physical events. You’ve definitely got my sympathy.
Some great discussion was lost in our “community stroke.” It’s a shame but I think many of us recognize how fragile this infant technology still is.
I type this on a keyboard mechanism that’s got some 150 years of trial-and-error in the world. I’m sitting on a chair that has 10 millennia of evolution.
The blogosphere I’m addressing is –what?– 3, maybe 5 years old. Our information technology still is orders of magnitude less robust and failsafe than biological systems.
Heck, most people who use computers have never imagined that reality might not need to be divided into:
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We got yer back.
take off the hairshirt and get some sleep. Life will go on.
I’m just fucking pissed that more of my stupidest comments didn’t disappear. Such a wasted opportunity!
but I reposted it. Though I was VERY confused. Can you pay for the therapy it is going to take to calm my nerves? I thought senile dementia was setting in.
I can’t be angry at someone who is up at 3:00 something in the morning wearing a hairshirt, is it itchy though?
Glad I’m a Buddhist. I got to test that whole “impermanence” theory and the suffering caused by attachment (to comments). 🙂
I lost a comment that had amassed one million, no two million 4s. Damn.
My brother emailed me that Dylan couldn’t sing and he
told us 30 years ago that “The Times Are a Changin'” and they never did.
What a way to talk about someone about to get the Nobel Prize for Literature!
Chris Bowers posted a diary here, and it was one of the ones Scooperized; maybe a good idea to shoot him an email telling him you didn’t delete purposely? and that a re-post would be much-appreciated? food for thought (food, not locust brains)