Blogger can suck it.
And by blogger, I mean blogger.com, not any particular blogger. The question of WHY blogger can suck it is a simple one to answer, as it mainly involves the fact that it ate a really long post of mine. There were pictures. There was laughter and joy and really exciting things. It took me over an hour to write. Then I hit the big friendly "publish post" button, and I got a lovely, FANTASTIC message saying that blogger was down for prescheduled maintenance and to try back later.
Prescheduled maintenance, eh? They seemed to imply that I should have known about this event, and should have planned my posting around it. Yet I received no email to this effect. I was not alerted to the fact that this event was pending when I logged in to my blogger account. Apparently I'm required to visit their corporate offices and personally SUCK THE INFORMATION OUT OF THE SKULL OF A PROGRAMMER, much like the "brain sucking bug" from Starship Troopers:

In fact, I am reminded of a particular scene from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy:
Prosser: The plans were on display.
Arthur: I eventually had to go down to the cellar...
Prosser: That's the display department.
Arthur: ... with a torch.
Prosser: Ah, the lights had probably gone.
Arthur: So had the stairs.
Prosser: But you found the notice, didn't you?
Arthur: Yes. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.’
Prescheduled maintenance, eh? They seemed to imply that I should have known about this event, and should have planned my posting around it. Yet I received no email to this effect. I was not alerted to the fact that this event was pending when I logged in to my blogger account. Apparently I'm required to visit their corporate offices and personally SUCK THE INFORMATION OUT OF THE SKULL OF A PROGRAMMER, much like the "brain sucking bug" from Starship Troopers:

In fact, I am reminded of a particular scene from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy:
Prosser: The plans were on display.
Arthur: I eventually had to go down to the cellar...
Prosser: That's the display department.
Arthur: ... with a torch.
Prosser: Ah, the lights had probably gone.
Arthur: So had the stairs.
Prosser: But you found the notice, didn't you?
Arthur: Yes. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.’
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