OK, my inclination here is to rant and rave and piss and moan and spit and claw and scream†...
[SUMMARY: My checklist for crazy.]
...but I'm going zen.%
The zero comments for the last three years, that's a fresh, clean start.
We can all go forward like we've never spoken of balloon animal sex and thermocromatic glass and past indiscretions and knitterly wiles.
Like a kid in a new school, it's a little scary, but each of us can invent a comment persona anew.‡ Nobody needs to know. There's no evidence.
[SUMMARY: *tick* *tick* *tick*]
JS-Kit can take their Echo and their promises and shove them up their collective ass.§ They bought Haloscan, promised wonderful things, told me numerous times I had to upgrade or lose everything and NEVER got it all working.
Consequently, other than Yvette's comment on kidrobot,@ anything that's happened over in the comment section for the last... three years is gone. I'm sorry if you commented in the last week and I missed you.
In the end, the only solution was to remove them entirely, including all the comments ever. I'll just use the plain vanilla Blogger comment option. Suits me just fine.
The grapes were probably sour anyway.¶
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): In other words, just an average Wednesday.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): What a theological goulash... the perennial candidate for sainthood going zen.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): It can be like that time at camp when you told all your bunkmates you were a wildly popular and sought-after designer of mazes and the adoring throngs kept you up all night every night begging for more of your confounding and elegant creations. Maybe I'm projecting.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Don't start. That *is* the zen version of what I feel about JS-Kit right now.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Which somehow made it through the gauntlet to the Blogger comment thingie. Yvette has superpowers.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Plain vanilla and sour grapes. A taste treat whose time has come.