Jilted By A Fond Lover

Thank you all for your wonderful comments on my previous post, but this particular article just digs in my craw. Not because I didn't have a wonderful evening, I had a grand time. No, the reason is that there was a lot more to the story and it took me two evenings to write it up. I labored long and hard to gift you with the screwball tale of our evening.

I sat the second night in front of the keyboard for three hours (I am a slow typist and an even slower thinker) and composed one of the best things I had ever written. It was weird, it was funny, and had all the charm of a fur-lined jockstrap. I even checked to make sure that everything was spelled right for the love of Mike! It was perfect!

I published it and put it out there for all the world to see with a deep and glowing sense of pride! But as I was rereading it for the umpteenth time, I noticed there was a comma missing where there should have been one. No problem. I went back to the compose screen, added the comma and published it again.

I go back to my blog to finish rereading my article and 90% OF IT IS GONE! THREE HOURS OF WORK, GONE! LOST! NEVER TO BE FOUND AGAIN! I had saved what I had written but all that was there was what I had written the first night and all of the good stuff was lost to internet ether. FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK!

I almost cried, and I just didn't have it in me to rewrite the whole thing.

Fuckin' blogger. If it wasn't free, I'd ask for my money back.

Doc