Who put cornmeal in the tank.
OH HELL. So much for my grand opening. The comments are wigging out. Wherever you make one, whenever you make one, it whisks you away to a secret page you shouldn’t even really be finding. And your comment does not attach to the post on which ya made it. What fun. How I love blogs [...]
OH HELL. So much for my grand opening. The comments are wigging out. Wherever you make one, whenever you make one, it whisks you away to a secret page you shouldn’t even really be finding. And your comment does not attach to the post on which ya made it. What fun. How I love blogs and all the code they bring. Delish. Like eating slowly melting Brewer’s Yeast Popsicles in a henhouse in June. Somethin’. While burning goats. Well. Perhaps I’m being a bit excessive here. And what’s up with the farm metaphors? Don’t laugh. I used to chill at a farm. We burned goats sometimes. Well, we didn’t. They did. My friend. Butch. Not live ones. Oh, forget it. You wouldn’t understand. It’s a freaky rural thing.
I’m just taunting you because you can’t comment. Or if you do, it will not be a lasting comment. Think of that! Disposable comments. It’s like that song by Metallica if it were sung by Simply Red. Damn. I’m smoking pure pop culture tonight, Kibbles. It’s a freedom sprout on your comment farm, taking root. You will not be bound to answer to history!
Anyway, just wanted to warn you about that problema. I’m working on it…which means I’m posting in WP forums and emailing the designer of the theme. I don’t have the know-how, let alone the time, to be digging through a coding language I don’t really understand too well. (UPDATE: fixed! Now you only have to comment one time and be approved before all comments will go through AND be on the right post!)
And so much for my weekly posting! Oh, I entertain myself. I didn’t get one vote on that post and I’ve gone back on it. But you know? I don’t think I can lay down a limit like that. What was I thinking. I don’t want to be forced to post once a day, nor do I want to be forced not to post once a day. How Shakespearean! In a Dilbert sort of way. The Cyber-Existentialism is strong with this one.
Oh and in case you were wondering, yes: on these shorter posts you have to scroll down about 1.7 miles before you will find the comment form. I need that distance there to buffer me from your cold, cold, heart. Yeh, that’s right. It’s a comment warming path and you’re damn lucky to be walkin’ it.
UPDATE: What is going ON? Wow. My new chromy blog is spazzing out. Look! What on earth is that doing there?
Oh surrrre. Just…just watch my blog fall apart in public. Pretend you don’t see it happening. That’s right. What a show. You’re a real class act.
Don’t freak out. You’ll be just fine. I am willing to wait out this transition. Take care. I like the new look.
Thank you, Lanner. I hope everyone is as patient! We’ll get things under control. I appreciate it. And good to see you here!
Love the farm talk, cuz. Hope the spazzery dissolves soon.
As you can see, the comments seem to finally be fixed! What a relief. Thanks RC.
If you ever need php or wordpress help, you can always ask your fellow Mexican. After all, that’s what I was previously paid to do / attempting to go to graduate school for (sort of)
of course I hate university, so it’s a bit of tooth-gnashing, but I can’t conquer calculus on my own
whoa…really? thank you! that is great news! i’m sure i’ll be relying on you for help then, for sure. i’m always wandering into some thicket of code i can’t get out of, cept bloody and bruised. oh, woe is my wordpressy life.