Here‘s another test post for your viewing pleasure in hopes that I and a certain plugin author can find out why’s and wherefores of a problem that’s affecting some folks after a new upgrade (like me).
I know these type of posts aren’t very enlightening and all that but troubleshooting is troubleshooting and sometimes has to be done on a live site…
…vs. a dead site…
…something like that.
Thanks for your enduring patience. May your coffee always be well brewed.
We have a sick cat on our hands that needs your good thoughts sent his way. This is the last feline out of our four that we’d ever think would get sick. But sick he is.
This is Churchill, our 20 lb, full of muscle and gentle of disposition furry buddy. Actually the not-so-old boy is a purebred called a French Chartreux. He was picked up as a stray by my honey’s youngest daughter about 4 years ago when he was just a kitten and was given to us a year a few months later when she moved to place that didn’t allow pets.
For 3 years now he’s been healthy as a horse (and almost as big as one) until a two weeks ago when he stopped eating. He came out of it a few days later only to fall back within a week’s time. Yesterday’s trip to the vet gave no clue as to what was wrong. Extensive blood work showed nada so there was nothing to do but rehydrate and stuff stuff him full of antibiotics. The only abnormality that was found was that his blood serum and stomach rheum showed a bit yellow but his blood work showed no liver problems at all.
Damn!
So he’s back home, weak as hell, drinking but still not eating. So if you could, I’m asking you to send your good thoughts and wishes to our furry buddy in hopes that he can pull out of this mysterious sickness and get well again. Right now it seems that’s all we can do for him.
Thanks.
The trouble with Just Thinkin’ is that it’s just plain getting harder to think these days. As anyone who’s followed this blog of mine for any length of time knows by now what a wonderful time I have with all this bloody medication I have to swallow. Medication which has extended into “Pain Killer” territory within the past few months, turning my daily routine into something more akin to slogging through a marsh with snow shoes strapped to my feet.
It makes it awfully hard to turn a deft phrase or any phrase at all for that matter when your mind keeps shutting down when you least expect it. It’s like trying to hoe clay in the fog. You’ve exhausted your resources before make 6 feet (lines?) and you keep losing sight of where you’re headed.
Now what was I saying?
I’ve seen the same thing when commenting on posts I’ve read recently. Where once I could easily sling out some fine comment rhetoric without a bat of the eye, I now find myself writing such pathetic dribbles as this:
“I…”
Or this:
“You…”
Or this:
“…”
Or, even possibly, this:
“Your ballerina tools are mostly delicate onions of the vastest nature. You should consider mostly the brown doughnut. The scabrous chicken jumped over the white dementia of my heartless bag.”
Sounds like spam email from about 3 years ago doesn’t it?
It’s no wonder that my favorite blog authors are no longer replying to these wondrous bits of comment prose I’ve been leaving around of late. They’re probably afraid that I might reply back to them I figure.
Even coffee doesn’t help and that’s saying something.
There’s no telling yet as to when I’ll be able to stop taking these pain killers but I wait for that day with baited breath (Never could understand the why’s of that phrase. Wonder what’s used for bait?). A great deal depends on when I’ll be able to have that surgery I was supposed to have done last October and the success thereof. Hurry up and wait and all that nonsense.
Until then I’ll just have to muddle through as best I can until that fine day when I flush whatever’s left of these little white mind killers down the frickin’ loo and salute good riddance to them.
And there’s so much to write about these days too.
Damn!
Grandad or rather the guy behind the persona, has written a book and it just recently came out of the publishers. Not only that but today the first edition of his book was slipped through his mail slot and is now the subject of much celebration not only by himself and his kin but by the many readers of his blog as well on which the book was based.
I was so excited when I heard the news I had to stick this very large image of the cover in everybody’s face.
I just love it when one of my friends does well. He worked hard enough at it and it’s not bad for someone who started out in blogging in 2006. He’s one of those rare people who have the ability to turn a phrase and see what’s underneath it. That plus a fine imagination, the ability to make it believable no matter how absurd the subject and high sense of humor to go with it make up the ingredients of a fine writer and anyone who reads his blog already knows this without a doubt.
And he’s also a good friend who checks in every once in awhile to see how I’m getting on with my health conundrums and such or to pass on some info or just the time of day (which is good since I always get confused about those time differences between here and Ireland). Occasionally he even graces my own blog here with a insult comment or two and his face avatar is always welcome.
So here’s to ya’, Grandad! You done good you did. Can’t wait for my own copy to get here.
Of course then I’ll just have to write a review won’t I?
Some of you may have noticed by now those two blue rimmed gadgets in my sidebar labeled Google Friend Connect and The Thinkin’ Wall. This is a new experiment in learning to be more social this year than I have been in the past however, to avoid any confusion I thought a bit of an explanation about what Google Friend Connect and these two gadgets actually are. Or rather what they are not to be more precise and on that note…
There seem to be more and more folks these days with Facebook accounts happily throwing meat pies, chickens and snowballs at one another, poking everyone on their “Friends” list and sending virtual hugs, sunshine, beer and what-nots all around. An unbelievably complicated, merry mess if I ever saw one.
Google Friend Connect isn’t that.
And then there’s Twitter where everyone is following everyone else around to the point that where no matter where one turns there’s someone else not far behind. Every person, business, research project, software company and John Cleese have Twitter accounts.
There’s 3,267 Twitter related applications and gadgets for your downloading pleasure if you want to Tweet from the comfort of your desktop or blog or cell phone or PDA or iPhone/Android/what-have-you. If you lean toward schizophrenia you can even follow yourself by what I understand.
Google Friend Connect isn’t that either.
In fact, Google Friend Connect isn’t even close to any of current social networks out there today. What it is, is a way to add your own little social network thing-a-ma-bob to your site—that’s it.
For the reader it’s not another social network to join where you follow, throw, poke, draw, scribble, dribble or anything else for that matter. And the majority of visitors to a given site already have an existing account they can log into the membership gadget with, they just don’t know it yet.
It works like this.
When you join via the Membership Gadget (the top widget on my sidebar) you’re joining the actual site you’re visiting (mine—in this case), not some huge social network and like I said, you probably already have the username and password you need:
Yup, that’s it. Your login is should already be established so there’s actually nothing else to join with the possible exception of this site and the ability to have your face or avatar of your choosing proudly showing in my particular membership gadget as
It’s a rather new thing and limited in scope at the moment but if you would care to try out my little gadget and start a conversation or two someplace besides the comment area of the various posts, I wouldn’t mind a bit. My sidebar’s a little small in width at the moment but I intend to work on that part of it in the near future. More space for your face and all that.
So it’s a brand new year it seems and here I feel the same way I always did. Guess I’ll have to wait until next year and see how I feel then (2010 sounds much better than 2009 so I’m bound to feel different then).
Either way it means that it’s time for those New Year disillusions resolutions that everyone is supposed to make. That list of things about your life that you absolutely swear to high heaven that you’re going to accomplish/change/stop/start before the new year becomes last year and of course, I’m no exception.
So without further adieu and in no particular order (and with as little thought possible), my resolutions for 2009 (For this site I mean since my personal future is uncertain at this point).
