Whenever someone emails me to tell me my comments aren't working, or that I got something wrong, or that one of my links is dead/evil/requires registration, or that (God forbid) that my page isn't loading, I feel a strange sense of guilt and bewilderment, like I've become responsible for something that is not only surreal but somewhat beyond my control, letting people down today who I didn't know existed yesterday. Today, James Lileks sums up this bewildered-blogger sensation perfectly:
I am sorry I linked to a page that tried to run some Active X voodoo last week; I had no idea. I can’t say “get a Mac!” or “get Firefox!” because many of you are at work, and in the thrall to IT guys who have job security patching the shambling undead gibbering monsters belched out by Microsoft. I apologize. I did get one letter that was signed “former daily reader,” which made me weary beyond belief. I understand, but jeez. This is an odd hobby. It’s like having a train set, a gigantic train set in the basement, and in the morning you not only find a derailment you find people streaming out of the tiny houses yelling at you.
Posted by kswygert at January 11, 2005 09:40 AM