By the way, is it only for me that Blogger is flaking out all the time this week? One "trick" it does frequently is saying it couldn't post, and when I use the 'back' key, the text from the post is gone. I can salvage it by going to "edit posts", but it's still irritating.
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Nope. It's not just for you. It's more flaking than an Alaskan bizzard. Good thing I'm the paranoid type with the text of my posts.
For me, too. Since a few days, maybe one week (I have not counted) the blog software behaves differently than before.
For me it is clear that the people there are tinkering around with the built-in scripts of their web-programming, and it seems in some details not 100 % W3C-conform:
Opera is said to be the most conform browser, and now some operations (whenever some script is needed) don't work anymore in Opera - I had to switch to Firefox and allow ALL scripts, then it works again.
Furthermore it is slower than before, e.g. in order to accept a comment.
Don't they check it enough?
:-(
BTW I'm also a bit paranoid with my texts: I write it first with a simple editor and copy/paste it at the end ..;-)
(If you want to see better stuff than funny-photos posts, mail me some interesting links occasionally.)
This is Bobby Badfingers. Always cool.
Had to retry 5 or 6 times just to log in tonight. Huitzilopochtli almighty, grant me the patience. Before I need to calm down with a human sacrifice.
I hate making a human sacrifice if I don't have the person responsible for my annoyance, don't you? I just feel dumb, ripping off the heart of a total stranger who's done nothing to me.
This is why I've also quit doing college shootings and blowing myself up with an explosives jacket in arab capitals. Trying to live more sensibly.
Sorry. Just in the mood for some dark humour tonight.
Especially after reading an article from an expert asserting that the internet as we know it is doomed in the foreseeable future. Now THIS really rubs my snake feathers the wrong way, by Horus!
Pardon my french.
Trying to post this for the FOURTH time now... [Mumblemumblegottferdom!]
Somebody please hand me my sacrificial kriss. And bring me Al Gore in chains, minions. That heathen confessed to inventing the internet. He'll do.
Thanks, Pascal, for keeping me in stiches (or should I say *sutures*?!)...from laughing so hard @ your NUTTY humor (yes...*we* drop the 2nd *u* in America.). You really do need to write a FEW books: one just a FULL-ON one-man uncensored comedy about the continual thread of *nutty* thoughts that flow from your complex brain! lol! ;-)
Be careful what you wish for, woman. The world is not ripe... I mean not ready.
"To gaze upon C'thulhu is Madness itself."
Then again... when the Ancient One awakens, he IS supposed to devour the souls of all humans and savour the sweet taste of utter, abject terror. So, maybe I'll write it, yes.
There were the Pnakotic Fragments, the Voynich Manuscript, why not the Referent Ramblings, a.k.a. the Book of the Laughing-Dead?
By Hastur's ass hair, yes, why not?
- You sure about that, Pascal?
- I think so, yes. Why not?
- Because you're talking to yourself again.
- So?
- So you're losing it.
- Then I'm sure. I'm ready.
- (sigh) WHEN they let you out, you mean.
- I'm not really prisoner in a padded cell, you know.
- You're not?
- Nah. Just toying with their minds. Poor doctors, with all their comforting belief in reason and science, if only they knew!
- That's it, I'm out of here. You keep chatting with all the other voices. You're mad!
- And you're not? Hey, don't go away mad. Just go away. BWAHAHAHAHHA!
- Pipe it down, you two. Some of us in limbo are trying to sleep.
- You talkin' to me? Hunh? You talkin' to me?
- Hard to tell. Is there anybody else?
- Not you. If I ignore you, you'll just cease to exist.
- Shhh! The nurse is here!
- So what? You afraid of needles?
- No, I want to send her dirty mind-images while she pulls your pants down, lifts the straight jacket, and gives you the shot. Maybe I'll get lucky.
[Rest of delirium lost in confuse buzzing of croud noise.]
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