No Pix

Just in time to reference a current problem with Blogger, this arrived from Edith Fusillo in Atlanta.

A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named “Ahmal.” The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him “Juan.” Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal.

Her husband responds, “They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal.”

Blogger, Signalwriter’s host, has been technically glitched for the past 72 hours. Nobody’s been able to post photographs to their blogs and the bloggers are restless. More than that, they’re outraged. Some pretty…hasty…comments have been shared in the discussion group, here.

Once Blogger became aware of the problem – and admitted that it was system-wide rather than an individual blogger’s incompetence – it has gone to work on it. But these haven’t been patient hours for the bloggers.

Moderation would seem to be the best approach to dealing with the issue, despite our deep-seated recognition that a picture's worth mucho words. We’ll just have to wait it out. Meanwhile, it’s “no pix” for Signalwriter.

This affair does support a couple of things I’ve noticed (and commented on) the previous posts. First, propeller-heads seem to be terminally convinced that nothing could possibly be the fault of their software or hardware...no pun intended. I’ve had several mechanical failures in my new computer system. Each time I called my computer guys, they said, “We’ve never, ever seen that happen before. Are you sure you’re not (fill in the rest with achingly long technical expositions)?” In every case, a mechanical part has indeed broken and they’ve had to replace it.

Second, the e-mails from Blogger users demand instant gratification; I have written about this kind of technological expectation in previous posts.

Until Blogger has solved the challenge, use your imagination when you read my words. Envision hurricanes. Visualize twins separated at birth. Meantime, a second pun forwarded by Edith sums it up: Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says "Dam!”

Thanks and a tip of the Hatlo hat to Edith’s originating correspondent, tlynn623.