Let’s see… What will today’s computer nightmare be?
Ah, there it is! Comments un-approve themselves as fast as I can approve them. It’s a hellish form of Whack-a-Mole.
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’! Yesterday viewer numbers sank back into the abyss, too. That’s because WordPress simply doesn’t count a lot of them, so I have no idea what’s going on here.
Well, let’s post a hymn or something…
The colossal mess that this blog turned into during the week has almost been cleaned up. Approved comments still un-approve themselves, again and again, until finally that stops. A regular reader, Thewhiterabbit, is still being called “anonymous” or “somebody.” Honest, Dave, I’m trying to get your name back.
Stay tuned! Tomorrow is a big day for Violet Crepuscular: Chapter 500 of Oy, Rodney! I mean, if the thing is still working tomorrow…
I was going to say we’ve solved the bottomed-out viewership problem, but you know what happens if you ever say a thing like that. General Custer’s last reported words: “We’ve got ’em now, boys!”
My blog is broken, but still struggling along, trying to get out of the quicksand. Comments I approved yesterday were unapproved this morning so I had to approve them all over again. That’ll get old fast.
I’ll be forward readers’ complaints to the WordPress Happiness Engineers in hopes that they will finally solve the bleedin’ problem. I’ve spent hours on this already (this is not how books get written!) and expect another siege today. *Sigh*
Please be patient! Rest assured I want your comments posted! So far no one’s figured out what’s wrong.
All the pieces in this jigsaw puzzle have the same shape! I wonder if WordPress designed it.
If your comments are still getting blocked (*sigh!), I’m still working on the problem. Here is the latest word from WordPress.
It’s “required that the commenter be logged in, or fill in the name and email fields when leaving the comment. If any of these fields is empty, the comment won’t post and they’ll get the filling-out-all-fields error.” Then they turned off a setting, whatever that means.
If you’re still blocked, please email me “with as much detail as possible” so they can keep working on this problem.
Your comments are very important to me! Please stay with me, I’m doing all I can to straighten our this mess.
Readers are miffed because it seems WordPress won’t let them post their comments. I spent practically the whole afternoon yesterday with the WP Happiness Engineers, trying to fix this. We thought we had… but were quickly proved wrong.
If it were all the readers all the time, a problem like that would be easily identified and put to rights. But when is anything easy? No–some readers have no problem at all. Some can’t get their comments up no matter what they do. A few are able to do it sometimes. There’s no pattern here!
You can hardly post comment that says “I can’t post a comment.” You could email me about it, and I could forward your email to the Engineers: that might help.
I’m miffed, too. I want to read your comments! I want us to enjoy fellowship and conversation! I just don’t know how to solve the problem. I mean, if it stumps “Unknowable,” what chance have I got?
Some of you have found it impossible to post comments today–and as usual these days, our viewer numbers are way short of what they would normally be.
So I’ve just spent over an hour with a WordPress Happiness Engineer, trying to solve these problems.
*He thinks the posting problems were temporary and should go away soon, he having made some repairs. Please don’t ask me to explain! If your comments still aren’t being posted, please try again a little later and let me know if it still doesn’t work.
*I have learned that posts read in emails, or on the WP Reader, don’t count as views–not the same as somebody actually visiting the site and clicking an article. That’s supposedly been fixed, too. We shall see.
So much for the hour I meant to spend editing Behold! I am worn out (and worried about Erlene). Well, at least I got Newswithviews done, and wrote another several pages of Ozias. Maybe I should just go soak my head a while.
We put our garbage cans out on the curb on Sunday evening and they pick it up on Monday morning. By “pick it up” I mean they pick up the garbage and leave the can.
Only not this time.
I just went out to fetch our garbage cans, and one of them is missing. I looked up and down the street; it’s not there. So I had to call Public Works, and we’ll just see if they ever get back to me.
Where the dickens did it go? No one in his right mind would steal it. Did they just chuck it into the garbage truck and drive away? Really, I don’t need extra chores to do. I’d rather not lose another hour going out to buy another garbage can.
Is this the legacy of our stupid lockdowns? Did that go on long enough for people to forget how to do their jobs?
Oh… fap!
At the end of a blogging day, I scan the nooze one more time to see if there’s anything I should write about tomorrow. But when I did that yesterday, I ran into a brick wall.
It’s not that there was nothing to report. There was plenty–only it was all more of the same-ol’-same-ol’. I couldn’t bring myself to jot it down for later use. I mean, of course the Biden Regime spies on normal people and criminalizes its political rivals. Of course our public educators groom children for aberrant sex. And so on. The same damned stuff goes on every day.
I guess I’ll write Joe Collidge today; but so far as the rest of it’s concerned, I am temporarily out of gas. I can’t see my way to the starting line.
Well, maybe something will come along…
[An hour later] I can’t seem to find the starting line. Where did it go?
Forty-five years ago it was, 1977. We were both working for The Bayshore Independent at the time, Patty as bookkeeper, me as managing editor. We were going to go down to Elkton, MD, and get married. So I asked our employer for two days off.
“Can’t you do that on your vacation?” he replied querulously (always wanted to use that word!).
“It’s not like I get married often,” I said. So we got the two days.
Fancy circus wedding? No, not for us. We got married in a little chapel and then went fishing. Steamed crabs for supper that evening at the old Howard Hotel. With the kung-fu class going on upstairs. Heee-yah! Thump!
Yes, it’s Anniversary No. 45 today. Thank you, Lord: for all the goodness in our lives.
I thought I ought to mention it: tomorrow it’ll be our 45th wedding anniversary. It’s sort of caught us flat-footed this year–Patty’s back spasms, all sorts of veterinary activity, my heel spur giving me the devil… I have a feeling that I ought to be giving her a car or something, but all I’ve got is a cake.
Ah, well. Last night a fly got in here and Robbie chased it around the living room. It’s been a while since she felt up to doing that. We celebrate small things.
It’s probably a good idea always to do that. Thank you, God, for the small things that save our sanity.
