My little prayer
Oh, blogger gods:
I beseech thee to allow me to post unimpeded;
I tear at my garments and weep when thine database is fucked up;
When I clicketh on the little pencil,
Toy not with my affections;
Trifle not with me, nor with my homies,
With comments that, lo, will not post,
Will not show;
Maketh not my posts disappear
Lest I lose the tiny corner that is left of my mind.
Amen.
Post.
I beseech thee to allow me to post unimpeded;
I tear at my garments and weep when thine database is fucked up;
When I clicketh on the little pencil,
Toy not with my affections;
Trifle not with me, nor with my homies,
With comments that, lo, will not post,
Will not show;
Maketh not my posts disappear
Lest I lose the tiny corner that is left of my mind.
Amen.
Post.
20 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
Amen, sistah, amen!
Damn, I love me some Almond Post Crunch!
Amen. and Amen.
I thought we needed a little blogger prayer, since I am an ordained minister.
Did I mention that, in my church, we perform ritual figurine sacrifice?
*sniff*
Aw, Bucky, that was byoo-tee-ful.
I got a little tear there.
Oh Bucky - that was heartfelt and inspirational. I worship you. And the fact that you kept the disfigurines only makes me want to sacrifice old ABBA records on an alter to your name even more.
Oh my god. Its going to let me post.
Your poem is just lovely, but now you google ads are asking me if I want to hire a harpist for my wedding and, well, I think I just might have to.
It would go so well with the bagpipes you see....
Oh no now your google ads are talking about lightning.
GOOGLE ADS ARE READING MY MIND.
I have to go hide under the covers now. Thanks a lot!
Good news Bucky!
JessicRabbit fixed the blogger. Everyone can post again.
Apperantly it just took alittle nudity, who knew?
Shocked it right into behavin.
Okay, let me stress that it is only YOUR nudity, Jess, that fixes blogger. My nudity scares the livin' shit out of it.
Now, naked with bagpipes? That's a whole 'nother story.
word of the day: dazed & confused's "disfigurines"
Yup, gotta got with "disfigurines." We have a winnah!
Now let's all bow our heads in a moment of silence for Gumby's genitalia, which could not be saved, despite the doctors' valiant efforts.
I just got your mojo wiped up from my comment page. Sticky.
I can't really see "partying" at dooce without knowing what happened with Leego, you know? I'm sure it's good news, but still... And no one else has a party room. I'm off from work this week. I might have to clean my house. OH NOOOOOOO....
Halleluja! Preach it!
Was Gumby's genitalia used as a burnt offering to Our Almighty Blogger?
Cause that's mean, but if it works, burn the sucka.
I'm always amused by prayers that include the F-word; and impressed when they actually work ;)
IT WORKED IT WORKED IT WORKED!!
You have a direct link to the blogger gods!
*NOT WORTHY!NOT WORTHY!*
Ok, I am totally going through Bucky withdrawl...
Andrea--God invented the F-word, so I have no doubt that he hears it.
Now, let's all join hands with minister BFE and incant a prayer of thanksgiving that (at least for now) all is right with the Blogger.
Wow, I've got me some powers I didn't know I had.
Now I've just gotta work on that x-ray vision. None of you will be safe.
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