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Eureka! (Maybe)

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Calloo, callay, oh frabjous day! My Facebook referrals are back.

When Archimedes, in the course of taking his bath, suddenly realized he could calculate an object’s weight (or something) by the amount of water it displaced, he leaped out of the tub and shouted “Eureka!”, which means “Hot dog!”

I can’t quite do that, because I don’t know that anything I’ve tried actually did the trick, bringing back Facebook referrals to this blog after I got mysteriously disconnected from FB last weekend and have gotten hardly any referrals all week long. Maybe some of you folks out there accomplished it by sharing one of our cat videos on Facebook. I don’t know. All I know is, they’re back today, returning as inexplicably as they disappeared.

My father had no object in his house which he didn’t understand. Whatever it was, if it stopped working, he knew how to fix it. And if he didn’t know, his kid brother, Uncle Ferdie, an inventor, would be sure to know. I used to love to watch the two of them take apart the television set and fix it. Dad never had to send it to the shop.

Well, my own apartment is full of gadgets whose workings I couldn’t explain if my life depended on it. And I daresay I’m not alone in that respect.

And so, at least for the time being, my nagging Facebook problem has been solved–how, I just don’t know. But if any of you readers did anything to solve it, you have my thanks. It wasn’t a big problem, but it was certainly a nagging one.


As the Facebook Waterhole Runs Dry…

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Well, I’ve tried just about everything to get back my Facebook referrals to this blog, and so far, nothing’s worked. This is Day 6 of the Great Drought of referrals, which I think was brought on by my getting disconnected from Facebook on Sunday. WordPress tells me I’m reconnected, but there ain’t no water in this waterhole.

One last thing to try. If some of you would be so kind as to share some of my posts today with a few of your Facebook friends, I could check from time to time and see if that makes anything happen. That, unless anyone can come up with anything else, will be the last throw of the dice. I have no idea what has caused this problem, nor has anybody offered one.

Wanted: More Young Readers

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A fuss was generated here this week by someone who called us “all a lot of poor old fogeys” who gather on this blog. Just because I’m 126 years old, she thought I had “no feel for modern life.”

As I comb the trilobites out of my four-foot-long white beard, I’d like to mend this situation, if I can. And I think the way to do that is to invite more young people to visit this site and join us living fossils in our conversations. I think it would be fun! I’d like to hear from you. I mean, just because you’re teenagers, or somewhere under 30, doesn’t mean you have nothing worthwhile to say. I wish my Grandpa were still around for me to talk to. He used to play dominoes with Hammurabi. But as you yourself get older, you tend to run out of much older people to talk to.

Anyhow, the door is open, the welcome mat is out, and you just might like it here. Come on in and set a spell.

Plumbing the Depths

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I am by no means a handyman. Don’t even think about calling me to fix something. But our bathroom sink was clogged, and over the years, I’ve learned how to do this particular job. I did it, and that’s why I’m running late this morning.

It makes me happy to be able to accomplish something. I mean, this is Day 5 of trying in vain to sort out my inexplicable loss of referrals from Facebook–but now at least my drainpipe works!

There’s something I very much want to write about today, but due to massive Global Warming forecast for tomorrow, in the form of snow and sleet and freezing rain, we will try to do our weekend’s grocery shopping today instead of tomorrow.

Meanwhile–hey, join in the fun, and try to get here from your own Facebook page! You can even take that Hank Williams song and share it with your Facebook friends. I’d like to see what happens as a result.

An Experiment (Translation: Help!)

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Gee, I feel like one of those old-time castaways whose only hope of communicating with the outside world was to put a message in a bottle and throw it into the ocean.

Since early Sunday morning I have had no, zero, Facebook referrals. Having ruled out other causes, I’m forced to believe there’s something interfering between Facebook and my blog. No one, not even my webmaster, has yet discovered what that can be.

So I can only continue to experiment.

Whoever you are out there, if you see this message anywhere on Facebook, please see if you can use it to get to this blog. I need to see if this is possible. And I’m afraid only readers can help me on this one.

Still No Facebook!

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By all indications I can discover, this blog is properly connected to Facebook. But now I’m on my third day with no referrals from Facebook–a loss of 10 to 20% of my traffic.

Even my webmaster couldn’t find anything wrong, and I was sure that if anyone would know how to straighten it out, she would.

We were on our way to a record month here, before this happened.

P.S.–Some good news, at least: the Kindle edition of The Throne (Book 9 of my Bell Mountain series) came out like gangbusters yesterday and is still in’s Top 100 Science Fiction books this morning, even though it isn’t science fiction. Not bad for a crotchety elderly man who doesn’t know anything about fantasy.

It Still Ain’t Workin’

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I hate computers.

See that stupid little box up there? That was supposed to be a picture. Well, suddenly I can’t have any pictures, the computer refuses to handle them. That’s in addition to Facebook still not working. Nope, no referrals coming in from there. Two strikes on me before I can even get out of the dugout.

I hate computers.

And then, lo and behold, when I actually publish the post, the picture is there. I give up. This machine is in revolt against me.

Is My Facebook on the Fritz?

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Puzzled by the unusually slow traffic on this blog today, this evening I discovered that my Facebook connection had become undone again. I have no idea why that happens. The 2 referrals from Facebook, instead of 20 or so, should’ve been a clue.

Anyway, I think I have restored the connection: followed the instructions, at any rate. It says it’s restored–but you know how computers lie. It also says I’ve still got only 2 referrals from Facebook.

I will know I’ve corrected the problem if more referrals come in. Unfortunately, I understand so little of this stuff, I don’t even know how to frame a question asking for help. If any of you are psychic, and able to get here via Facebook, please do so. If I see the number change, then I can rest easy about it. Otherwise, I’m all at sea.


Running Late!

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I still haven’t caught up to that hour that Daylight Savings Time took away from us, and consequently I’m an hour late for everything.

I have to visit Aunt Joan at the nursing home this morning. There are any number of topics to write about today. Hard to make up my mind: but John Chapter 4, Jesus and the Samaritan woman, is leading the pack. Not that I understand that incident!

In the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy the archives and maybe throw in some comments that’ll be interesting to read. Aloha!

Prayers for Mary: Update

I was able to get in touch with my Pogo friend, Mary, this morning, and she seemed in good spirits. It turns out that her neck is not broken, after all: the pain is coming from a pinched nerve. This is scheduled for treatment early in April. But of course the major issue is that she passed out and fell. That has to be looked into. Meanwhile, at least she’s able to play her Pogo games today and chat with her friends.

Father in Heaven, please protect our sister Mary, deliver her out of trouble, and heal her: for all healing comes indeed from you. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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