Well, that was a funny 48 hours. For some reason, I've been unable to access any Blogger blogs, including my own. I could get into Blogger itself, and add a post to Cultural Snow; could also read comments, because they're copied to e-mail, although I couldn't comment myself. I could even spot when some of my faves had been updated, because they showed up in my Technorati feed. But I couldn't read them.
It was an odd experience: hovering over my digital back yard, seeing bits and pieces of what was going on, but unable to take part; mouthing silently, hoping that some kind of e-telepathy could alert people to my plight; an eternal spectator, albeit one with the worst seat in the house, stuck behind a family of five fat people with Afros; Scrooge seeing his past, present and future; George Bailey watching Bedford Falls mutate into Potterville; and the modern reinterpretation, Donna Noble experiencing what might have happened if she'd listened to her mother.