This Post is Even More Amusing for Reasons that Will Be Obvious If You Go Read Iwanski's Comment on "Games"

OK, here's the thing. I started writing the post that appears underneath here 2 days ago but didn't publish it today. Then I wondered and wondered why no one, I mean No. One. left a comment. So I wrote a post complaining about how Blogger had eaten my post. Then Gina commented. On the post I thought Blogger ate. How in the world?

This was the point at which I remembered that being able to save drafts of posts is all very lovely but if one wants them at the top of the blog, one must change the time stamp. Which I obviously didn't do. Until I had ranted about the boogeriness of Blooger. So, feeling ever so sheepish, I changed the time stamp on the original and then quickly deleted the rant about blogivorous Blogger.

Ah! But I wasn't quick enough. No. Before it disappeared from the ethers it was read and commented on by Mr. Iwanski. Which would have been no big deal if he'd just said something like, "Dude, totally". But he didn't. He wrote a poem. And so, because I get email when someone posts a comment, the verse was saved from eternal deletion. And so, I give you, Mr. Iwanski's ode to Blogger. 'K, not an ode, a limerick. Still. Poetry.

Oh, I hate blogger when it eats my posts.
That's precisely when I hate it about the most.
You type and pour your words.
Blogger flushes them like turds.
Your blog entry just becomes a verbal ghost.

(Now go read the comments. See? Even Iwanski knew how important it was for his verse to be shared with all).