The Excitement of a Tuesday
August 21, 2007
Uh, sorry about not posting yesterday. Technical issues, you see. You wouldn't understand. I barely understand.
I have been completely unable to access Typepad or any Typepad-run sites (like....THIS ONE and THIS ONE and THIS ONE), and after spending several hours assuming that it was some kind of massive platform-down-kabloom thing, I finally figured out that no, it was just me. Sad, technically-challenged and smelly me.
Amy: w w w dot amalah dot com.
Internet: loading loading loading loading loading
Internet: *gasps, wheezes, gives up*
Amy: What up, Typepad?
Typepad: We're just fine over here, actually. Are you sure you are connected to the Internet? Is your computer plugged in? Is it on? Is it, in fact, actually a computer or are you trying to surf the web via a cardboard box again?
Amy: JASON! HALP!
Jason: Uh. Try unplugging things.
I tried unplugging things ("power cycling!") and rebooting and even attempted to compose an entry on the iPhone before I finally just gave up and started scouring the web for Flight of the Conchords MP3s.
I am more than a little pleased that I finally figured out what the problem was, especially since the problem was coming from our firewall, which is not something I know anything about. In fact, I am not really sure I even knew we had a firewall. But we do, and it recently decided that my blog was malicious. Malicious! aMaLAHcom iz HAX0R!
Of course, it's not like I had anything super-interesting to write about yesterday. The firewall was not preventing the free exchange of ideas and stifling my creativity, since I probably would have just talked about one or more of the following:
1) The new dishwasher, which is finally installed, after the first guy who came to install it told us he couldn't install it until we replaced a valve, and after the second guy who came to replace the valve flooded the basement, and after the third guy who came installed it wrong, and after Jason finally Googled dishwasher installation and installed it his damn self.
2) I hate blinds. I hate shades and I hate curtains and I hate shopping for them and I hate forgetting that I haven't bought any yet, usually right when I walk in front of the window naked.
3) Ceiba has an eyeball infection and I have to give her drops, and then after I give her the drops she walks into things.
4) Noah noah noah noah cute cute cute cute going to be the death of me. Last night Jason let him stay up until 10 pm to watch Cars simply because Noah was willing to sit and snuggle with him while the movie was on. We're DOOMED.
(A month ago asking Noah to "show Mama happy!" got me photos like this. Now? I get this.)