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Just an update about how much Blogger is pissing me off: The last month has seen significant slowdown in the publishing and saving drafts feature of the web-based tools, and the past couple days alone have generated unexpected server errors, quite frequently. I always want to verbally pimp slap people who complain about free stuff, so feel free to do so in the Comments if desired. However, I’m mainly feeling duped — I’m not sure how hard it would be to convert everything to an alternative, or even if they’re any better. Several solutions require that I run them on my own server, but my webspace ISP doesn’t support that function. Any ideas?

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