Comment Problems
I’m having some trouble with my new comment section sometimes not accepting comments. If this happens and you want to say something righthisveryinstant, email me at landers5 AT gmail DOT com. This weekend looks increasingly like I’m going to be spending it uninstalling Haloscan…
Hello Old Friend
I can’t remember not being able to read.Although I have memories from an age where I know I couldn’t read, I don’t remember looking in books and not knowing the magic of letters making words making stories. My first day of school is still clear in my mind. The incapacitating nausea of excitement and nerves,…
A Visit From Nemesis
I have several questions, all related to yesterday’s post, in which I perhaps a smidge too happy about the ease with which Haloscan installed. To wit: 1. Where did my old comments go? 2. Why does the blasted thing not display the accurate number of comments? 3. What is trackback and why would I want…
Finally
A while back I whinged about not having an email field in my comments and someone (sorry, I’ve forgotten who) suggested Haloscan, for my comment section. Naturally, I promptly checked it out, saw that it involved placing HTML code into my… er… thingy (I’m sure there’s a much more professional-sounding – and less kinky –…
Yay!
A second post in one day – and so soon after the first – rarely happens around here. Well, it’s never happened around here. But I just discovered something that made me very happy. Rick Mercer has a blog! I’m beyond excited. Immediately bookmarked it. He’s just started and I can’t wait to see more….
Woof!
I feel like a dog. Perhaps I should provide a wee preamble. I have asthma, which is triggered by all kinds of smells – perfume and cologne, scented products (lotion, soap, shampoo, etc.), cleaning products, flowers, you mention it. If it has a smell, I’m likely to start wheezing. Especially when my lungs have already…
Stories of My Father
Updated March 16, 2022 This is my dad, or as I (mostly) called him, far. Today is his birthday. My father was a pretty complex man. He was fiercely intelligent, generous, funny, quick-witted, proud, stubborn, had a wicked temper and a severe case of verbal diarrhea. With the exception of the last few years of…
My Choice
Stephanie said to pick one and hate it more. I picked, but not exactly in the way she’d intended: I hate weather extremes. (Well, I have a sick obsession with watching anything about extreme weather on TV, which is also why I’ve seen Twister about 5 times and why I wrote down the opening day…
Summer in the Big Smoke
Too busy trying to breathe to blog. There’s something deeply wrong with being able to see the air.
Stuff & More Stuff
No wonder I’ve been gallivanting about, taking pictures of trees and waxing poetic. I’m avoiding something. Namely, spending too much time in my apartment. My place is an absolute tip. I love British slang, in this case because it exactly describes the state of my home: it looks like someone tipped a dumpster in here….