ricpic said...
All the threads at EBL stop at about 1:30 Central Time. So I just posted my brilliant trenchcoat comment to see if it's a blogger-wide problem. But apparently not. Only over at EBL. Strange.
Well there appears to be a problem at the evil blogger lady's site again. No comments are allowed. Unless she is blocking them. Hee.
Welcome to all you refugee's who need to spout off nonsense. Our pop stand is open for business.
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She has gone blind? Her sight is not working?
Aw damn, Troop, you corrected your typo too fast. Oh well, if you catch it yourself, it's not an error, right? Tell that to the Y*nkees.
Sorry Sixty. But her sight isn't all the great. I mean she was able to do that boringheads with that henna headed horsefaced ho and she didn't punk.
She has to have a vision problem. Just sayn'
I had a half dozen or so brilliant & witty comments which no doubt could have won a bunch of arguments in several different threads. They're gone now though.
"A waste is a terrible thing to mind."
I think somebody is screwing with her.
"henna headed horsefaced ho"
I'm stealin' that one...count on it!
Nitecruzr strikes again!
NEWS FLASH!!!
ALTHOUSE COMMENTS DISABLED
US PRODUCTIVITY SOARS!
Those Google dweebs have a long memory and absolute control over her blog.
All is well over there - put the train back on the tracks.
It's always a trainwreck over there Sixty.
That's part of it's charm.
I'll tease you all by saying that a few weeks ago Sir Archy sent me a fascinating message that relates to all this. I can't do it justice, but it seems the Google/EBL entanglement is much, much deeper than anyone might suppose.
I'm drowning in work right now, but as soon as it lets up, I'll try to get Sir Archy to tell you himself what he has found out, if I can get the old bastard to stir his ghostly stumps.
There's a Flute Convention coming up, and it's always a crazy time for us makers, just as most trade shows are for people in related fields. Until I left work early & crashed this afternoon, I had 3-1/2 hrs sleep in the past 36. As a result, poor Sir Archy has had a hard time getting through from his perch on the Astral Plane. But, with any luck, he'll be able to dictate his own account of the Google mess, and I'll grumblingly pass it on to you.
I tell him he has his own damn account, so why doesn't he just send the message himself? He says he's been feeling sickly lately, and just doesn't have that little extra ectoplasmic je ne sais quoi to get the internet to respond to him as it once did.
That's the story of my life: People wanting me to do things for them. I'm particularly irritated when they're dead and they still expect it.
Hey I would be happy to guest post it.
Have Sir Archy email it to me.
I'll also say that Sir Archy's explanation shaves the late Google/EBL crisis with Occam's Razor, and provides the simplest explanation for the whole thing, weird as it may be.
You two kill me with suspense.
Out with it!
Plus, I miss Darcy, Penny, MamaM,and Deborah around here. Where did they go?
I have a Women's Lib post up at my blog.
Don't let ironrailsironweights hear about any shaving of anything with Occam's razor - he would go ballistic.
Yeah, we've run off even the fake wimmenz.
Is it me? [sniffs pits]
Oh.
"Nitecruzr strikes again!"
Can we count on electrobutter to save the day?
Why yes! It seems we can!
Chicklit, thanks for missing me! That's so sweet.
Truth is, I got sidetracked reading the 10,000 comments around the internet about what they call, "Elevatorgate".
My conclusion...Rebecca Watson is a feminalien.
Yeah, we've run off even the fake wimmenz.
This crowd is renown for their collective ability to differentiate between real and fake wimmenz.
I close my eyes
Draw back the curtain Oooh Ooh
And know for certain Oooh Oooh
Any boob will do.
MamaM sends wave to Chickenlittle who specializes in Exponentiation and has the power to summon Pennies from nowhere, and follow rabbit trails, real and fake almost anywhere.
Shoot chickenlittle, that's supposed to read "wave of admiration". No acrimony.
"This crowd is renown for their collective ability to differentiate between real and fake wimmenz."
Oooooooooooooooh!
MamaM smites of some smack again!
Let me tell you something, MamaM.
This ain't Texas.
In New York City? "Houston"...
*pulls on her ear*
Well? It sounds like "HOUSE ton" instead of "YEWS tin".
Ha ha
I learned the hard way!
Some NYC taxi driver overcharging me for what I didn't know that HE knew I didn't know.
That wouldn't have gone down that way on the internet.
Course I wasn't traveling on the information highway back then.
We live to learn.
Right, mamaM?
Before Houston was advised of a problem, the MamaM was singing with the Deano about going back to Yews-ton, Yews-ton, Yews-ton with a ton on the end not a tin.
In those days, Saturday night was Popcorn Night. Now, it's Penny Night, with late night love smacks for everyone!
(K) for MamaM :)
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