Well, my WordPress prombles are just about all straightened out, although it took a lot of doing. I was fortunate in finding a very patient tech support guy. He had to be patient: my computer vocabulary is not much better than a cat’s.
Anyhow, there are some gorgeous kittens in this little video, including a couple who have just learned, “Hey, I can make my tail get puffy!” Cats are so funny when they first figure that out.
“Too tough for you mere humans?”
It’s a cinch that most of you know computers a lot better than I do; so maybe one of you can help us out.
I got an email today from Elder Mike, one of our regular readers whom we hadn’t seen lately. He’s still reading this blog every day, but somehow WordPress won’t post his comments. He’s not the first or only one to have experienced this. I wish I could tell him how to solve this problem, but it’s out of my range. Patty doesn’t know how to fix it, either. First they renamed him “Anonymous,” then they stopped posting his comments altogether.
There must be someone out there who knows the answer. Unknowable? Phoebe? Our readers are smart. Is it WordPress being silly? What must Mike do to solve it? I know there’s a way, but just now it’s locked up in my chemo brain and I don’t have the key.
Well! It’s been almost two months since the Frothing Dragon invaded Scurveyshire and I, for my part, was carted off to the hospital. This left Violet Crepuscular, The Queen of Suspense, with no way to carry on in print.
She did carry on in the streets, though.”Editors! Publishers! Ingrates! You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! Skink-eaters!” (That was a new one on me.)
“Here I’ve written an interminable romance–” Oy, Rodney, for those who haven’t paid attention–“five hundred and thirty chapters!–and all I get is this alibi about some bald guy in the hospital!” That was me. *Sigh*
And this is all to cover up the fact that she got as far as she got, writing this leviathan of failure, only to succumb to writer’s block. She hadn’t written a word since I got whisked away on the ambulance. Some would call that love.
So what about the Frothing Dragon?
Beats me! I’ll still celebrating WordPress letting me post a stationary image.
Wouldn’t you know it’d be Violet’s favorite image.
Yesterday saw a new leader in our annual Christmas Carol Contest, with 22 views.
Only problem is, WordPress decided to identify that contestant as “Somone.” That is, Anonymous. That’s how things have been going around here lately. Crikey, what if “Someone” wins the contest?
The only solution is for a reader to request a carol and it gets 23 views, or more, the day it’s posted.
(Phoebe, please come back!)
I’m way behind in my work today, the viewership is way down–and the WordPress problem that I had last week, with the comments failing to display… it’s baaaaack!
Man, this is getting old. Welcome to the Age of Nothing Works.
(And suddenly Robbie only wants dry cat food… What’s that about?)
Going about my chores last night, a new character for the book I’m writing, Ozias, Prince in Peril, popped into my head, along with what she’d be doing in the story. I’ve learned that it’s usually a good idea to stop what I’m doing and write it down in case I forget it overnight. Enter Aylen, the old nurse of the late King Flosi, who may have a loose screw somewhere but is otherwise sharp as a tack.
Where do these characters live when they’re not breaking into my plots? It’s so cool, the way that happens. It’s like I knew these people, once upon a time, and now they’re coming back. Do you think that’s weird? Welcome to the world of fantasy-writing.
This is getting bad, real bad. The Tucker Carlson video has been pulled from YouTube, and when you try to view it here, where I posted it this morning, all you get is a video of babbling Biden. I went back to YouTube, but now the Carlson broadcast isn’t there.
You can still (as of a minute or two ago!) view it on Citizens Free Press: I recommend going there directly, before they lose it, too.
Meanwhile, I’m having all sorts of problems answering your comments. Due to another WordPress glitch, I can’t read them and reply to them as I normally do on this site. The normal procedure doesn’t work. Wish me godspeed, trying something else!
I don’t know how long WordPress will be crippled. The point is, someone made that Tucker Carlson video go away. And what next? Do I get my door smashed in by the FBI in the middle of the night? They’re not just going after big fish anymore.
Here in the good old USA, we have never been closer to losing our freedom than we are now.
I wanted to thank you for your comment on the Werner von Braun post, but WordPress is subverting me again.
The stupid robot didn’t recognize you because you spelled “Unknowable” wrong. This simple typo made the damned thing go crazy.
Your comment does appear attached to the “Werner von Braun” post–but no opportunity for me to reply.
I can’t very well demand that readers not make typos! Who doesn’t hit the wrong key now and then? It would be nice of the robot didn’t have fits every time it saw one.
I’d have to be crazy to say we were out of the mud-hole; but it looks like most of the comment problems here have been laid to rest. We still have a couple of regular commenters who need their names back, and one or two who still seem to be getting blocked. But compared to what it was–!
If you’ve been following this farce, you know my biggest problem was comments un-approving themselves right after I approved them. Well, well! It seems WordPress made this teeny-weeny itsy-bitsy change whose effect was to make my approvals “unapproved” and my “unapproved” approved. Result: a towering mess. My webmaster, Jill, spotted that and fixed it.
The WordPress “Happiness Engineers” have two bad habits that they need to break. 1. Stop thinking everybody who asks you for help is a techie. If we were big techies we wouldn’t need you! 2. Stop directing users whose nerves are already frazzled to perform some kind of Joe-computer operation that they don’t know how to do. “We’ll walk you through it” isn’t good enough. You wouldn’t like it if your surgical team said that!
Oh, Gabr’el, am I tired!
Shout-out to Erlene and Dave: Webmaster Jill has been working to unblock your comments. I hope to see more of you soon!
So when I turned on the computer this morning, I found all the comments had un-approved themselves. Some of them did it again within two or three seconds of me re-approving them.
And a message from a WordPress engineer, asking “Where you been, dude? Haven’t seen you in four days.”
What??? I’ve been here, you weevil, spending hour after hour with you guys, begging and pleading for help and not getting any! I thought “engineers” were supposed to be able to fix things! What are you doing out there–flipping baseball cards? Mostly suggesting that I fix the computer problems. Then maybe later I can take out my appendix.
My last hope is my webmaster at Chalcedon, Jill. Maybe she can straighten this out.
How I’m supposed to get a novel written with all this sideshow going on is more than I know.
The chaotic hopeless mess this blog is turning into is now, after four days of trying to fix it, a bigger disaster than ever.
Comments un-approve themselves over and over again, no matter how many times I approve them.
Comments float around on my stats page but do not appear on the posts to which they ought to be attached.
Regular users are blocked, or can’t see their comments anywhere (let alone replies to their comments).
And most of what I get from the WordPress engineers is a lot of tech-talk, not a word of which I understand, they might as well be speaking Martian, and a lot of we-can’t-do-that talk.
No, I don’t know why your comments don’t appear!
I work to fix this mess every day and get freakin’ nowhere. Is this how our peaceful, harmless little blog community comes crashing to an end?
Oh,fap! Heaven know where this post will wind up.
