Let me clear my throat. I make my inaugural post only three days removed from the Dave Winer incident. There've been other incidents (some legit, some not so much), but this one has to take the cake. Not cool by any stretch.
Dave's been hard at work since. To wit (from this morn's post):
5AM Eastern. We now have a transition plan for the corner-turn, and have implemented most of it. The plan exceeds the commitment I made, by quite a bit; and will be implemented much sooner than promised. I'm writing the heads-up statement right now. The outage should be, Murphy-willing, completely cleared by the end of the weekend.
I don't know why I'm always amazed at outsized egos, but I am. It's totally, like, kewl that he's been busting his hump to resolve the situation more aggressively -- one can't help but think it has a lot to do with the recent roasting from all over the blogsphere (check blogdex or popdex)-- but the ego still hangs in there.
This stuff reminds me of sports stars who describe any and all heinous acts as a "mistake." Dave (and friends) calls this situation a mere "outage." He refuses to get it. Doesn't an outage generally imply something accidental? Of course in a true outage you can only alert folk after the fact. Ahh, so is that the way out? Imply with all your might that it was an accident? Par for the course, I suppose. Why own up when you can always change the subject.