I am currently unable to reach Twitter. At all. The DNS lookup succeeds, but the connection to their server is never made and eventually times out.
I turned on the news to see if there was widespread panicking and rioting, but since they were just talking about Lindsay Lohan’s latest fashion faux pas (“Prison Jumpsuit Orange? Not this season, and certainly not with that complexion!”) and how Julian Assange might be in al-Qaeda, I assume this is a local issue.
Maybe Twitter forgot to pay Comcast their protection money…
The whole situation made me want to tweet about how much it sucks when Twitter goes down. It took a moment for the stupidity of that thought to sink in.
That made me want to tweet about what a silly, stupid monkey I can be early on a Saturday morning. Rinse, repeat.
What followed was a strange spiral of uncertainty and mild self-loathing that I won’t recount in detail. Suffice it to say that Real Sugar Dr. Pepper (in the Throwback Can!®) cures all ills.
As the caffeine hit my brain and the empty calories hit my ass, I remembered I have a blog.
Y’know, I really ought to come here more often.