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WOULD anyone know why is it that I am unable to post comments on this and other blogs ? Everytime I write a comment and click on the post button, I get automatically logged off to the Blogger log on page. Why is that ? It's so annoying. I thought that it only happened if I logged on from the desktops but I also could not leave comments via my i-Phone since this morning.


Has it ever happened to anyone else ? Please advise.

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  1. Another blogger "The Wolf" said exactly the same thing happened to him. He complained about in his last post (in less polite language than you). Many blogs, including mine, allow you to comment without logging in by using the Name/URL option.

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  2. Anonymous30 May, 2011

    Sorry Jaya, I'm with Wordpress so I can't help.....

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  3. Anonymous30 May, 2011

    This is driving me nuts! It's just with blogspots that I cant comment. I can comment on Wordpress.

    Jaya

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  4. Now i could :) i dont know why ! crazy.

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  5. There are some very strange things going on with blogger right now, but can't explain it!

    Duncan In Kuantan

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  6. I changed from Internet Explorer to Mozilla and it helped.

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