Write a short note from the library, explaining that a wicked windstorm is wreaking havoc with your 2.0-life, but for all those who’ve emailed, real life is fine. Thanks, we’ll be back to Maximum Reader Experience shortly.
Grow and be well,
Kelly Erickson












4 April 2009, 8:06 pm
What’s the deal with blog-o-land? No one writes anything anymore?
Brett has done the “nothing” post to death.
Hope your 2.0 world returns soon!
Eyeteaguy’s last blog post…Shall we dance?
4 April 2009, 8:49 pm
@Eyeteaguy
Yeah, but at least Kelly took the time to leave one comment there…
Almost at 80 now…
PS. I still post stuff. Only you just make fun of it all the time.
Friar’s last blog post…Early Sketches
4 April 2009, 10:16 pm
My big worry was that in the two days I’ve had no Internet service, my darling readers would have blown up my blog without my knowing it.
Imagine my surprise when in fact it’s been dead silent.
I don’t know if I’m happy, or sad.
Service is up but astoundingly spotty right now. I don’t expect full function until Monday. Thanks, y’all, for stopping in.
Regards,
Kelly
5 April 2009, 12:34 am
@Kelly
Well, whattya expect, if you write a post saying MCE’s down, please stand by?
Anyway, it’s quiet here because they’re too busy hijacking Brett’s blog.
104 comments. Woo-Hoo!.
Friar’s last blog post…Early Sketches
5 April 2009, 7:58 am
Friar,
Hahaha, no, I meant because I haven’t written a post since Wednesday and couldn’t check what was going on part of Thursday, all of Friday, Saturday morning before I got to write this…
A lot can go south in that time.
Until later,
Kelly
5 April 2009, 10:07 am
@Kelly
Now…WHAT are you implying?
That maybe someone would hijack a blog, or something? And start talking about 20-foot inflatable gorillas or something?
WHO would do such a thing like that?
Friar’s last blog post…Early Sketches
5 April 2009, 12:46 pm
Friar,
I’m just saying that sometimes seeing 7% of my very hard stare results in thinking I 93% enjoy gorillas.
‘Twas a bad case of nerves, thankfully without cause, while the wind howled, the Internet refused to function, and The Kid continued this wretched illness.
Later,
Kelly