77%? That's it???
Something frightening happened today in Twitarded land. It wasn't our usual "almost got caught blogging by the boss" moment, and not the "fml did I just send somethin really profane to my largest client?!?" or even the "holy shit did I just hit 'publish' on that post where I jokingly put a naked picture of myself?!" Nope, it was even worse--much worse!--and it shook us to the core.
We couldn't even get on the blog. At all. And we tried e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. But we were essentially blocked from Blogger completely. No Twitarded, no TwiCrack Addict, no Latchkey Wife... Nothing! If you were on Twitter at some point this afternoon, you may be aware that Snarkier Than You and I were having some technical difficulties getting into Blogger. Naturally, when we're totally clueless as to what the hell is going on we reach out to all you folks.
And here is where it gets really strange.
All of you could get onto Twitarded. But STY and I could not.
As first, I didn't really think anything of it. I went to Twitarded but was cock-blocked by that annoying error message 'this page cannot be displayed because you're an epic failure'.
Whatevs. I didn't think too much of it. Then a half hour later I went back and got the same error. Huh.
Huh, my ass. Those tweets STY was throwing out my have seemed calm and collected to the casual observer, but trust me, we were FREAKING THE HOLY FUCK OUT!!!
I mean, seriously, the situation when from "oh twizzleshits, I can't get into Twitarded. You too?" to "OH MAH GAHD, THEY TOOK DOWN OUR SITE!!! WHERE IS THE KOOL-AID - YOU MUST DRINK THE KOOL-AID, THE END IS HERE!!!!!!" before you could say 'do your best Bella'.
STY and I immediately went through the possible reasons why we were unable to access our blog.
1) Blogger realized we are actually total twats and shut us down in the hopes of preventing us from morally bankrupting our age demographic
2) Blogger figured out that we didn't use their crappy 'adult' content warning and was displeased with ours and shut us down. I will never, ever put that fucking warning on my blog. I'm convinced that it sends IT departments emails tattling on you AND enters your IP address in a sex offender registry. Paranoid, you say? Yes I am...
3) RPattz finally stumbled across Twitarded and discovered that not only do we want to poop in his trailer, we also plan on stalking him with STY's ashes in the event of her untimely demise and had his attorneys put a temporary block on the site while they got the paperwork for the restraining orders ready. Frankly, if this was the scenario, I can't blame him. I'd be scared of us, too.
4) We're really fucking stupid and actually forgot how to use the internets.
Anyhoo, everything turned out for just ducky and thankfully STY was able to log in before I hurled myself off a moving train. But we've learned our lesson. We will be backing up all of our posts this weekend, just in case the bloggy Four Horseman come our way.
Oh yes, we will be prepared. We will not go down without a fight.
Plus, there is always Wordpress... We don't want to defect, Blogger, so don't force our hand, okay???