Not that many people other than I would care, but the archives of this blog seem to have disappeared for the moment. My first reaction was that there was something that I needed to do on Blogger to get them back up, but my limited bag of tricks has been ineffective. I also noticed that even the mighty Volokhs' archives are missing, as are those of my two blogchildren, Matt and James. So it must be a systemic thing. Perhaps the elves who run the Blogger servers have gotten into the egg nog again.

Anyway, if you were looking for an old post of mine and can't find it, please look around at the current stuff and see what you think. Then come back in a day or so, when I hope and pray the 5-plus months of ranting and musing will once again be available. Yes, "Joey Harrington nude"!

Speaking of blogchildren, now TJ has joined the blogosphere, inspired by her dad, James. I believe that makes me a bloggrandpa. Have a cigar! And Eugene Volokh becomes a bloggreatgrandfather! (Warning: If you follow the link to TJ, you may be subject to a generation-skipping-linkage fee.)

Along with the archive outage is an apparently unrelated outage of my Bravenet hit counter. So tonight I blog purely, without the crutch of instant gratification and without linkage to the past. To paraphrase the old rock group the Grass Roots, let's blog for today.

UPDATE, 12:30 p.m.: Things are back in the pink in archiveland today. The Bravenet counter is still down, though, leaving me with an itchy ego!

6:00 p.m.: Everything's back up, ob-la-di, ob-la-da. Interludes like this are helpful in that they show one why one does something like blogging.