Did The Earth Move For You?
Did it?
But never mind you for a minute! It’s a fait accompli! No longer Yahoo, we, but Host Monstered! Ironically, all I want to yell is Yahoo!
It wasn’t without its parlous half hours but Clever Bloke Tom was steady-as-she-goes the whole way through, kept his head when all around him was losing her’s, and he steered the good ship PCB into safe harbour all ship-shape and Bristol-fashion. Blooming marvel, he is.
But what I want to know is, how was it for you? Were you rocked and rolled? Did you feel anything at all? (Be careful how you answer! Gentle hearts are easily wounded)
For myself, I feel like lying back with a cigarette in the afterglow*. For I was moved, deeply moved.
Lets here it for Clever Bloke Tom!
Next job – to change this ugly blogling into a beautiful widgetty swan!
*And me not even a smoker.
September 22nd, 2008 at 6:03 pm
A few comments from the last post and a final pre-move post were posted after the blog files had been copied for transfer so they didn’t make it, in case anyone thinks they’re going bananas and seeing phantom posts.
If anyone is having any problem seeing or accessing anything on the site now, or is having problems with a feedreader for the site, let me know, folks, would ya? Ta!
September 22nd, 2008 at 6:38 pm
I thought I felt a shudder all right.
Anyway, ladies and gentlemen of the bloggery – A toast to the new host. Hiccups, hiccups? None. Hurrah!
September 22nd, 2008 at 7:59 pm
What has Palin to do with the price of spuds.
Bristol is not the town one should saddle as a name on ones daughter. It is eleven miles up a narrow river, and I just do not see the Posh Spice reasoning here, might be the car though. Might give some reason to the other names.
Soooo, what’ya calling the new blog. And does it have go faster stripes.
But it is never never good holding a baby up to any man, we are uncertain whether to work from idea or form, and end up with a headache. If from form, are we expected to lie and say beautiful.
And I do not care what whipped husbands say, birth is just eeeeuu.
September 22nd, 2008 at 10:36 pm
Cheers!
That said Cookie, it didn’t know my name. Otherwise it’s quite lovely. Easy with the widgets, they seem to slow some sites down.
September 23rd, 2008 at 1:16 am
Glad to hear all’s well.
Three cheers for Tom.
September 23rd, 2008 at 4:18 am
Sneezy, I watched Cat On A Hot Tin Roof and had the better part of a bottle of plonk last night to celebrate. On a school night, too, but my relief was enormous.
Vincent, and yet birth happens to 100% of us – where would we be without it? The beautification hasn’t happened yet but when it does I expect to look me in the pixels and tell me I’ve become a vision of loveliness. Lie if you must…but I’ll know. Deep down we always know.
Conan, you’re right about the widgets. I’m just giddy with the WP 2.6.2 of it all. At Yahoo they don’t support any WP upgrades past several versions ago. They’re still verifying whether last October’s upgrade is compatible with their system. Slowpokes.
Medbh, cheers, hun. He’s a wonder and very efficient.
September 23rd, 2008 at 5:08 am
Yes, but men are the only ones who ever have a Clear memory and vision of it. 100% of it.
September 23rd, 2008 at 5:55 am
I await in hot anticipation for the forthcoming changes.
Meanwhile, do check the last line of my Blood Disposal post – it’s just for you.
September 23rd, 2008 at 6:06 am
Vincent, it seems only justice that men see what they did!
Kim, Charlie Barley’s! I know it very, very well! Everyone coming down from Lewis to Glasgow or edinburgh brings their relatives a Charlie Barley marag (black pudding) and a Charlie Barley steak and kidney pie. My brother went to school with some of the Barleys too. Nice lot, and their marags go all over the world.
September 23rd, 2008 at 6:44 am
yippieeeee! i checked in while the move was going on to find a word or two about the lack of you, but the notice you’d be around again. well done, sugar and cheers to tom! xoxo
September 23rd, 2008 at 6:45 am
whoa…6:44am? you are on the west coast, right??????
September 23rd, 2008 at 6:56 am
Cheers, Savannah! I don’t know what’s up with the time. Will have look.
September 23rd, 2008 at 7:23 am
Just remind people to check their links and make sure they point to http://problemchildbride.com, not http://problemchildbride.com/blog.
(I think.)
September 23rd, 2008 at 10:46 am
I heard jazz all the way down. I know I did. Definitely not Mike Oldfield. And there were no ghouls until late on. I bought them drink.
September 23rd, 2008 at 5:59 pm
Justice, my eye, that is revenge old style. For if you remembered 10% of it, you would not allow anyone near you with anything pointy, ever.
And while I hear that there are a cohort of the sisters who are quite passive, english mostly, I’ve not encountered them.
September 23rd, 2008 at 7:55 pm
bock’s right about the url! remove: /blog using that link sends you back in time
September 24th, 2008 at 3:55 am
However, joking aside, I hope to have choice at some point. When I quit being a poor person with Arts, and publish something that will pay.
I’ve gone through the delight of birth, handsholdingfriend with camera. And I am not gay, but a close run thing. There is a point, where a flower turns itself inside out.
But you lot are beyond memory at this . Real memory.
September 24th, 2008 at 4:12 am
And also, because some people will be too lazy to fix their links, redirect that old url so that it points at the right place. Your geek will probably know how, but I don’t.
September 24th, 2008 at 12:46 pm
This is so exciting; it’s like hanging around the changing rooms in a non-pervy way.
I stopped in when your world was all a swirled, and when I clicked comments I was sure I heard jazz. I don’t like jazz so I made away with haste (and a whey with paste, as it happens) but now I’m back and all jizzed again. In a non-pervy way. Way!!!!
September 24th, 2008 at 4:10 pm
so what happened? i don’t see a change. what am i missing? have i had too much wine? fuck!
September 25th, 2008 at 12:49 am
I never new what hit me.
Cheers.
September 25th, 2008 at 12:00 pm
Bock, thanks you’re right. I’ll look into it. Trouble is, I don’t know where all it is that I’m listed as /blog. Thanks
Oh, Sniffle, hun, if you buy them a drink, you’ll never get rid of them. You know their sort.
Cheers, Savannah, I’ll ask Clever Bloke Tom about it.
Vincent, truly, your’s are the strangest comments of any I get, Vincent, you cryptic fellow that you are. But they are a delight to get and I look forward to trying to fathom them. “There is a point, where a flower turns itself inside out.” I’ll be thinking on that one for ages now. Please don’t ever leave! And good luck with that publishing thing. It’s a devil of an industry, so they say.
Bock, thanks for keeping me straight, buddy. God knows, I need all the advice I can get at this caper. Clever Bloke Tom’s busy for a few days but with luck we’ll sort it all out over the weekend.
Eolai, Sorry, hun! I didn’t see you there in Moderation! Things are a bit different now so I’m still learning my way. My email alert thing doesn’t seem to be working. Smooth Jazz, to me, is the musical version of the emperor’s new clothes. It’s supposed to be all that, so cool, so hip, so urbane and leather-trouser-wearing but really it’s just self-indulgent racket.
Kara, the host changed that’s all. But change is a-comin’, sistah. This weekend.
Rand, It’s best not to know sometimes, toots. That’s been my experience.
September 25th, 2008 at 10:31 pm
I clicked on Sam and got through to Shayne but that could have been me. Otherwise s’lovely.
September 29th, 2008 at 7:19 pm
I hate to agree with Miss Sassypants Kara, but I can’t tell the difference. Well, as long as you’re happy about it, that’s the important thing.