OK, so I didn’t tackle the software update. So sue me. After spending the morning IM-wrestling with tech support, an experience for which “Brazil” only partially prepared me, I decided I was approaching this whole site-repair thing from the wrong angle.
So instead of risking the destruction of two years’ worth of irreplaceable snark, venom and [...]
OK, boys and girls, we’re gonna try a software update bright and early tomorrow morning, see if we can flush a few of the gremlins out of this here WordPress blog, which lately seems to demand optimization and/or repair of its tables on a disturbingly regular basis.
If worse comes to worst, you can get a [...]
OK, I’ve done a little research, hollered for help, cursed a whole bunch, sipped a glass or two or three, and finally repaired and optimized my WordPress database, so let’s see if this has sent the censorship gremlins packing.
If for some reason you find yourself unable to comment on one of my brilliant online observations, [...]
OK, folks, bear with me here — the WordPress install on this site is getting buggier by the moment, like a GI’s skivvies in a Thai whorehouse, and I may have to attempt a software update or a shift to a new hosting provider.
I’ve backed up the database and the entire WP folder, and the [...]
Looks like the comments done went and shut theyselfs off again, dagnabbit. All this new-fangled technology ain’t worth a warm bucket ‘a spit, you ask me. It’s a helluva world when the damn’ software makes the meatware’s decisions without so much as a by-your-leave.
A casual search through the WordPress forums finds many references to this [...]
Trying to add to my limited stores of cultural literacy, I switched the idiot-box controller from “video” to “TV,” manipulated the rabbit ears and plunked down in the rocker for a Sunday afternoon’s worth of Entertainment, American Style — the NFL on CBS, starring the Denver Broncos vs. the Oakland Raiders.
That lasted, oh, about 10 [...]
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