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  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

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        Wednesday, January 10, 2007

    Dammit...

    At first, I never wanted comments, and now that they don't work, it's driving me nuts. And I won't activate Blogger comments, because I hate them. I don't even comment in Blogger comments blogs anymore.

    There's three pages of bitching in the Haloscan forums about this issue, with no comments from any of the staff. I suspect Google has fucked Haloscan over good and proper, in order to get users to convert back to Blogger comments, and I won't stand for it. I'll take my WordPress blog out of mothballs, first, even though my traffic will likely die.

    Oh fucking well.

    Add to everything else our phones have been screwed up and the 'need a drink before noon' ratio ratchets up. The repair guy came today, and checked us out, and trudged all around the neighborhood in the falling snow, and finally came back shaking his head. We pondered and tinkered, and finally unplugged everything, replugged it all back in, deleted all the calls in the Caller ID buffers, and bingo, everything works.

    It's the little victories...

    And Joe, since I can't tell you in the comments, I'll just tell you here that you write just fine, nice, concise, clear, and pleasant. And yes, your sister is wasting her time.

    Oh well, I'll be in and out. See y'all around.


    Update:

    Well, mysterious. I was in the middle of tapping out a snotty email to Haloscan, and everything started working normally again. Weird.

    Oh, and I just told Nat that snow is 'Snow Fairy Poop', and that rain is 'Rain Fairy Pee'.
    She stood there with her little fat fists on her little fat hips and glowered at me and said "Yer lyin, aren't you!" and I shook my head solemnly and said "No..." and Johnny looked outside at the falling snow and said "I doan wanna get no thnow fairy poop on my head..." and Nat whirled and yelled "John! Dad's lyin!" and the wife is in the kitchen hiding her face behind a dish towel and shaking.

    Good times...

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