Comments.
Google is being a complete dick and is 'moderating' my comments willy-nilly and I'm not noticing because I'm busy and such. That is all.
"[Tired Dad is] not a half-bad writer" - Paul Rose. "Tired Dad can get to fuck" - ScaryDuck. "You must be thinking of yourself mate" - Richard Herring, in the world's weakest come-back ever.
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Blogger also likes to throw an unpredictable wrench into our blogspots any old time. Just to see if we drink enough coffee?
What a dick!
BDM: Ok. What?
F: See above.
Well it seems to be OK now. My comment went straight in, not even asking for a confirming word.
Thanks for the bulletin, but what I'd really like to know is if you've shaken the cold? On the edge of my seat here!
TSB: Oh I don't know what the fuck is going on.
Kate: Sarcy. It's still lingering, just so you know.
Maybe another cup of coffee will make sense of the above. Hell with it, pass the vodka.
Genuine concern for your welfare, I assure you. I am similarly afflicted, and over it. Of course there is no comparison, you have a Man-Cold - everyone knows they are worse. Wishing you a speedy return to form!
I've been having comment problems for weeks.
BDM: Really. What?
Kate: I am ill ill ill. Thanks for asking. Snot and phlegm abound.
Ellie: Oh for goodness sake, you vanished for weeks.
Ive got a barbed wire throat and swallowing is agony.
TFIF.
Ann Anon
I just meant blogger is one of google's children and *everyone* gets trouble from it sometimes.
Ann: Yup. Me too. *hack*
BDM: Tiring of the subject to be honest.
Drink vodka
Dinners: Hi. Another victim of my over-zealous spam filter.
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