OK, I’m back. The ADSL is back working – at last. No explanation of why it was naffed, or anything like that. And I discovered that “customer services” as well as “tech support” for Zen seem only to work Monday to Friday 9-5 – which must be nice, but it’s fucking unhelpful, to say the least.

Anyway, I was productive, and spent the time sorting out the logfiles my webspace provider nicely sends me every day, and I kind of look at properly when I can be bothered and/or when I’ve got nothing much better to do. Today being the latter kind of day, I sorted them out (*blush* – I need to get out less, I hadn’t sorted them since 1st July…) and ran them through an analysis tool.

And now I’m really pretty pleased. Little things, little minds and all that, but in the 7 months I’ve had anything at all on the site (I’d had it since September, but that was a moment of “like the name, now what the feck can I do with it?” until March) it’s had just over 65,000 hits. Not in the same league as yahoo or google, but for a little old site, I’m pleased with that. Of course, 46,000 of those have been in the last two months, since the blog really started, and that (I’m almost sad to say) is making me smile more.

Anyway, that’s been the majority of my day, with no internet access, and spent just naffing about with logfiles. Well, that and wanting to kill people in central manchester, but I’m always like that when I need to go shopping etc on a Saturday, particularly when it’s warm and all the fuckwits come out to play/shop/dawdle around uselessly/get in my way. So I came home and naffed about even more with websites and some new content. Most of which I’ll finish tomorrow.

And that’s it, the saga of another busy Saturday…

Ah, they joys of keffed ADSL. I’m with Zen ADSL, and it all seems to have gone tits up since about 9pm last night. What a bastard. So it’s back (briefly – FUCKING briefly) to dial-up access. Which is already making me want to scream.

In other news though, The Guardian has this story about a hermit-in-residence (Umm – hermit in residence? – isn’t that just a tad paradoxical?) who’s going off for a week to be on his own. Sometimes the world is weirder than we ever dared imagine.