Whicky in the Whacky Woo

This is only a test.

I guess I should explain.

JP called earlier asking if I was having any trouble with the World Wide Webs because, as it turns out, he wasn't able to hit his own site (the superfantastic "All Things Bitter") or either of our music sites. The Spouse and I finished our "Guitar Hero" set and I called him back (ok, and let me be clear...we knew someone had called but the music was too loud to tell who and we ignored it, figuring it was just the United Front for Children of the Environment and a Democratic Majority calling asking for money. Because this is about the time of night they do that sort of thing). Anyway, it was my Poodle so I immediately rushed to my box to see what was up in Bloggerland and sure enough, I couldn't open up his site or the music sites. So I sent out an experimental test post on my own, which seems to have avoided whatever malevolence is scouring the Webs. Sfoofie's down, too. But so too are some other sites that aren't hosted by Blogger so for once we cannot in earnest say that Blogger is a booger.

Anyway, I had JP on speaker phone so that The Spouse could give his take on the situtation. The gist of it was "Blah blah spam blah blah blah dns ports blah http blah blah phishing blah virus blah blah Comcast sucks blah blah blah diddley blah".

Translation: You lost me at "blah".

So I guess there is some sort of somethin' somethin' going on out in the ethers and we're all supposed to go to the root cellar until the storm passes. Fortunately, Grandma laid up a whole mess of canned peaches so we should be good for a few days.