They're Writing Blogs Of Love, But Not For Meeeee...

You know, I am very much enjoying writing these blog letters.

Dear Google,

I hear the New Blogger is out of beta. Congratulations on getting another step closer to ruling the world. I'm totally down.

Just um, could you please stop with the taunting? I'm starting to feel like a loser.

For months, you have been winking at me, suggesting that soon I, too, would be able to switch over. Soon I, too, would be rewarded with really cool New Blogger thingamabobs.

And I waited. And I watched.

I watched as my neighbors switched. I saw them all with their new labels and tags and who knows what all awesome doodads in their dashboards.

And then today -- just today! -- you appear on MY dashboard.

Oh, lucky day!

I am ready!

So I click. But...

I have to say, I grew a bit concerned about biting the bullet. You weren't exactly winning the highest marks when the New Blogger was in beta, and I was a bit nervous about moving allllllll of She Walks over.

But you know? You assured me.

Well, okay then.

So I signed on in.

And you know what happened, don't you? DON'T YOU!?!?

You are a lying, teasing hussy, Google.

You know what's especially nice about this message? The fact that, according to this, your entire reason for not being able to move one or more of my blogs over is that one or more of my blogs cannot be moved.

Um.

That's like telling me the reason the flight was cancelled is because there was a cancellation of the flight.

OH I SEE THANK YOU SO MUCH THAT IS VERY HELPFUL.

I shall now resume waiting for my turn while I continue to not understand typepad.

Love,
k

p.s. I especially like that after I wrote this post and published it successfully, you sent me this message:

Seriously. Hussy.