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My good friend Mary asked me a question that reminded me of something. She said to me, “Did you ever replace your wedding band you lost?” So, for those of you who read about the day I was relieved of my wedding band, and wondered what ever came of my ringless finger, I will tell you.
I didn’t know it, but apparently WordPress puts in a snippet of code by default that keeps Google from following any links put in comments, including the link that people provide to their home page.
This can be bad. Let’s say, in some paralell universe, I have a popular site with Google’s highest ranking. One of my friends comments on something I say. The link to his site won’t help his site become popular because Google won’t follow it. This is, suffice it to say, a strong disincentive to bother commenting, since the linking merry-go-round stops at my front door.
So, I used a hack I found to remove this unfortunate little feature. After all, I’ve had 100% success keeping the spam-commenters out, so why not spread what little PageRank wealth I have to those who bother to read my site, right?
I wonder how many different blogging engines have this little quirk.
In other words, the long-awaited narrative of our road-trip to New Jersey.
So, there was a wedding in New Jersey.
I was not acquainted with either the bride or the groom. I do not live in New Jersey. I only knew one person who lived in New Jersey. I’d never been to New Jersey. I’d never had a particular desire to travel to New Jersey.
This, of course, explains why I found myself there.
Hmm. At some point, maybe when I updated to WordPress 2.0, my RSS/Atom feeds all broke. I think I’ve fixed all but the RSS v0.92, and I’m not sure what the problem is. I might dump that feed altogether, don’t know yet.
From what I can tell, the method for getting good RSS for those feeds changed somehow when I updated to WordPress v2.0. Tweaking the RSS v2.0 feeds accordingly helped, but v0.92 is still screwed.
If someone with more knowledge out there is reading, a pointer or two would not be taken amiss.
Until I find out that there is in fact a doctor in the house, I guess I’ll keep sniffing around until I figure it out myself.
Bear with me.
I figured it out. For whatever reason, feed readers have the potential to get very angry if you have the audacity to use an ampersand (the “and” symbol) in a post.
Especially if you use the proper HTML code to represent it, so as to avoid confusing the browser.
To quote a wise man, “G’nite, New York!”
. . . about my trip to New Jersey.
I promise.
Right now, I’m trying to catch up on everything else. I hope you all had a good time:
. . . about Dr. Martin Luther King, Junior. I know I didn’t. No, I don’t mean I didn’t have a good time. I mean I didn’t have any of that crap happen to me.
It was perfect.
The only time I turned on the TV was Sunday night, to check the weather report for the drive back up. I glanced at headlines to check the final score of the Steelers-Lions game. The radio stayed off because I will never switch it from my favorite AM station, and my speakers rattle at the slightest hint of bass, so FM was out.
I was totally out of touch with everything but the trip.
Rock.
When it comes to travel, I’m something of a walking contradiction. My city-dwelling friends think that a 20-minute ride to work is a bit of a drive. I think of a 90 minute drive to see them is a bit of a drive. At the same time, in my life, I’ve Traveled (and yes, that’s with a capital “T”) to:
That’s it. When it comes to going places, I’m sort of a Hobbit. I spent one year delivering pizzas all over the damn city, learned the side-streets like the back of my hand, but I don’t think that counts.
From my inbox:
I got this one from a friend of mine recently. Read this carefully, it could save your life!
For a little while now I’ve been putting the occasional funny little snippets of my life under the heading of, “No, Don’t Laugh.” I named it that because I like to make people laugh; nothing makes me laugh than being shown something vaguely funny and then being told not to laugh at it, so I figured the name was appropriate. Just today, however, I decided to name it, “Puppet Show.” If you’re actually bored enough to be curious, here’s my roundabout way of explaining why. . .
Okay, the wife has been working with toddlers for way, way, way too long. I had thought that my sense of humor was warping itself to resemble that of my employer. I figured that finishing his jokes — or, worse, telling them before he had a chance to get a breath to start — was bad enough. This, this takes the cake.Oh — before I start, honey, I’m not saying you’re an immature brat. I’m saying that, after spending so much time with brats, especially after a long, long day up to your armpits in brats, that you’re bound to get a little loopy.
I just had no idea how loopy.
A friend of mine recently asked me why my blog doesn’t have a more political tone. There are two major reasons:
Yes, that’s three reasons. I can count. I said two major reasons. One of them isn’t really all that important. At any rate, in case you’re curious about my political views, I’ll take this opportunity to express in a few short sentances what many others dedicate entire blogs to explaining.
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