December 20, 2002

While Horse and Hero Fell

Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.

No cannon. Just bounced email; failed domain registration; a void of no response; promised return calls not returned. Close enough to the mouth of Hell for me. Even my new home at Baileyville here has taken ill and as of late last night, I couldn't delete a duplicate post from yesterday, not getting comments emailed to me, and can't 'rebuild' the site. This entry right here may not make it through enemy lines to the other side; in which case you won't be reading it.

If my messenger gets through the front line this morning, it will tell you that there is an end in sight. After a lot of confusion and technical errors and lapses in various places, it looks like will soon be sitting on CornerHost, with many thanks to Michal Wallace for his kind support. In a midnight revelation, it occurred to me that paying Ben and Menna Trot $20 to move Fragments would be money well spent and angst avoided, so that is what I am going to do.

Unfortunately, I have not been able to communicate this to Dave Worley who was bending over backwards to host me on his greeblieblog server space. It was not going to be possible to register my new domain there and I really had to have ftp access to files, especially for the way I like to create image-posts. Dave's email and his website have been unreachable for the past 18 hours or so; I fear he has been taken prisoner by the Axis of Weevil. So Dave, I will keep trying to email you about what has transpired since our last successful email. I'm sorry I didn't make it into the Axis of Greeblie. You're still my hero.

Okay. The moment of Truth. It's up and over the top! Press the PUBLISH button! I'll see you on the other side!

"Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Someone had blunder'd: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Posted by fred1st at December 20, 2002 06:05 AM
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