that sounds horrible.
That’s what they said! >;]P
The worst part for me was there was no way to say, “um. Hello. Are the bad gateway errors because of something deliberate, perchance?”.
Or, even better, “Hello. Yes we know about the errors on the main site. Fret not.”
Would it be useful to have an outage announcement twitter, or is that too much overhead?
@ElsewhereCafe on Twitter.
I wasn’t aware the site was down until this morning, which is on me. I’m going to try to make an effort so that I get notified more actively, and also open up some of the administration so that more people are able to deal with the issues if they come up when I’m not available.
The outage actually gave me a reason to go to The Other Place and check the group threads, which I’ve not been following much since I haven’t been visiting there very often otherwise. Saw a post from @tinoesroho there about the issue, so at least I knew I wasn’t the only one seeing a problem.
By accident, we left my 4-year old brother at Godfather’s Pizza back in '76.
I got left behind on a business trip once.
They said it was by accident…
So much is left unsaid!
Is this a new realization?
Did you realize it much later, like, circa 1982, and just shrug and say, “What’s done is done”?
If you did go back and retrieve him, was it with some reluctance? Ask Kevin McCallister; he’ll tell you that the favored child never gets left behind.
We did go back to retrieve him. It definitely was a Kevin McAlister situation, with lots of kids in our group.
Apparently, he was a bit upset at first, but when provided with crayons and unlimited Coca-Cola, he didn’t feel so bad.
To be fair, Godfather’s had pretty dang good pizza. I expect he did okay. Not a tooth in his head by the time Smokey and the Bandit came out, but otherwise okay.
It would either give him the skills to be the world’s foremost pizza maker, or give him an aversion to all things pizza due to the traumatic memories.
My SO grandpa, grandma, and great-grandma were on a road trip and stopped at a gas station. They were 5 miles further down the road, when grandpa said to grandma, “Where’s your mother?” Went to use the bathroom, turned out.
Is he still there?
On quiet nights your can still hear him eating pizza and wondering when his family will return for him…
Don’t worry, everyone. He’s fine and living Chicago, tending bar near Wicker Park.
I guess I didn’t think hard enough.