Are You Flashing Me?

I am at a crossroads.

This blog is my sanity. Your comments are carrying me through this deployment. But I now live in Tortoise-slow Internet Land (I must be 50 miles from the broadband switch, really) and it's nearly impossible for me to keep up now.

All of those comments I eagerly wait for? I can't reciprocate. Sometimes I can't even get a page to load, and when it does, the comment window won't show or will load blank or will load with a "data interrupted" message. Apparently I can get one or two comments out late in the evening on Sundays. Our first week in this house, our road was blocked while BT worked on some lines. Our broadband has never been the same. I've had dial up that was quicker than this.
I've been cursing blogger, but really, I think it's BT. Yes, I have tried to report it, but they have this uncanny way of cycling you back to the beginning of a queue-- the best was the day I spent 30 minutes waiting for a live voice to tell them I had NO internet and the message I kept ending up with told me the quickest way to report a broadband problem was to "go to www..." ?????


Not helping the situation is blogs with flash (are you flashing me?) widgets, auto start play lists, linked things (like blog templates) and photo albums (not complaining, my blog has most of those and loads slow too). I have to stop the page from loading and then click on the comment link a good four or five times before I get something I can type in. In that amount of time, Miss Ky has exited her crib and stuffed all of her diapers down the toilet.


So what I am saying is, I'm sorry. What used to be such a joy and an escape for me has become frustrating.
The crossroads I am at is whether to continue writing and just be a loser for never commenting back, block comments completely so I don't feel so guilty for not responding, or shutting it down.

And just so you know, this really is just about computer difficulties and not a suicide note.

We've had a spectacular week. There's heat, a phone and a new hot water tap in the kitchen. I have finished with the other house (a month early) and taken care of all of the utility meter readings and final bills.
I got to ichat with a blurry (scary looking) Hubby last night and was able to hear about every third word. The kids loved it and kept saying he was funny looking (bet that was good for his ego -- he looked like Cuba Gooding Jr at the beginning of What Dreams May Come except he wasn't nekked). Miss Ky woke up this morning and said, "I talk a Daddy on the compoo'er" (she's getting a Norfolk accent, apparently).

We're good.
Just technologically frustrated.