Can you hear me now?

So, when I pull up my blog, I'm getting a blank screen.

I'm surprisingly calm about this, which just goes to show how off I've been on my bloggy game these days.

Hmmm. Blog's gone. I guess I'll go check Facebook.

Then there's a voice in the back of my mind that reminds me that this could be a big deal. Not because I've ever said anything that needs to be preserved for the ages, but more along the lines that I've spent an awful lot of time on this thing over the past four years, so it would be a crying shame to have nothing to show for it.

Unlike that ten-page paper I had to write for Cultural Anthropology in college, which I whipped off in two hours because I had just met Theodore the week before and needed to get to church that evening to see him again. I walked into my professor's office, slid the paper across his desk, and said, "Excuse me, but I've got to go see about a man."

Not really, I think I actually slid it under his door and ran. But I turned it in and never looked back.

Anyway, can you see this? Am I here? Am I being silenced?

I think it may be a vast left-wing conspiracy.