OK, here’s the latest.
I haven’t heard back from the Wizards of WordPress in a week, and I’m fixin’ to tug on their beards again.
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Patrick
I’m sorry to hear of your mentors passing. You wrote quite a eulogy in his honour.
Speaking of which my faded passed last week. We will celebrate his life next week back in CT. My mom, my four siblings and I were with him.
You may not remember but we all celebrated, along with a bigger group, Thanksgiving together in Bibleburg, with my parents in 1993. His name was Erford or Erf
Make It a Great Day,
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“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” – George Bernard Shaw
Michael, I’m sorry to hear about your dad. It’s a hard thing to face, but it’s good that you were able to be with him. My condolences to you and your family. I’m sure you’ll give him a fine sendoff at the celebration of life.
Michael I hope that your Father was aware of you, your Mom and your siblings there with him as he passed. I can only hope that the comfort you offered allowed him to go with the knowledge that he was loved. I had the fortune of a similar situation with my Father and I believe it helped him. Thank you for mentioning Erf and I hope that you have a very fine gathering in CT.
Cheers.
I too was able to see my dad off. Mom was there, of course; I flew in from Tucson, and my sis did likewise from Palo Alto (I think). So the three of us spelled each other at the hospital for the short time it took him to go.
Dad and I got to speak, briefly. He asked whether I’d brought any cartoons with me, and if I was doing any writing. But then they put him on a respirator and that was it for any serious talks. I got there on Oct. 21 and he died on the 24th.
When we came back to Mom’s place from the hospital I kicked her garbage bin clear across the driveway. Didn’t help, of course, but it kinda did.
No problems putting in a comment, but it always appera under my user name not real one. Pat O’Brien
That seems to be happening to my man Bruce, too. A comment displays an old moniker, when it gets through atall atall. Chihuahua. …
Patrick – sending you my condolences on the loss of your friend and mentor. The gratitude and satisfaction you derived from the work and the relationship is evident.
Now I will see what happens with this new system!
Gracias, Libby. Great to hear from you, and salud for making it past the WordPress guard dogs.
I’m not having any problems adding scuttlebutt and blasphemy to your fine log, and I’m able to add my nom de plume and alleged email address without the portico slamming down, but I do notice that the “Reply” button does not alter when I click to instigate my posting. After 2 to 3 seconds my reply seems to process through ok and is then posted.
Ghosts in the machine, eh? We’re all on such a wide variety of hardware and software. But isn’t everyone on the Interwebs? Stay tuned for the next episode of “As the WordPress Turns.”
I use my subscription to comment by replying to the notification email, like this.
That’s how Khal was getting past the guards, Opus. But now he’s doing battle with the three heads of Cerberus (see his comment below).
I am here to comment. Not much to say, other than I can. See you soon!
Clyde, you ol’ houn’ dawg. Good to hear you howling.
Hmm…. Not working well from Halifax N.S. where Old Herb thought he was on vacation until the hurricane proved otherwise. If you are reading this post it’s because I had to monkey with some tricky log in b.s.
Nova Scotia? Must be a Canada kind of year. My sis and her spouse are planning a vacation in Québec City. They won’t be moseying westward to Ottawa, another of the fabled, far-flung roosts of the O’Grady clan. But they should get plenty of opportunities to exercise their French, n’est-ce pas?
Meanwhile, here at Infernal Hound Travel, Grimpen Mire, Dartmoor, NM, we recommend visiting places free of hurricanes, erupting volcanoes, and active tsunamis.
Sorry for your loss OG. I’m at an age where the obituaries are on the Friends and Family Plan, so I can relate losing someone close. And welcome to the Maritimes Herb. The storm wasn’t as severe as forecast, thankfully. Enjoy the fresh sea breeze.
Thanks, Ira. George was something. Actually, most of the people at the Sun were. Working there was like getting paid to go to journalism school.
There were some amazing characters at the Gazette as well. Someone should write a book. But nobody cares about newspapers enough to read the actual newspapers, much less a book about ’em.
We seem to be dealing with more departures than arrivals lately, for sure. Friends and family both. It’s part of the cost of doing business, but it’s not my favorite side of the ledger.
That’s why the obituaries are about the only part I read anymore, after the funnies.
I now get the Three Wise Icons appearing to ask me to log in, so that works. But it always shows me as not getting your email updates even if I click that switch. And if I click the switch, half my Firefox screen is taken over by some weird control screen from WordPress and I can’t get rid of it except by refreshing the tab. I’ll screenshoot it next time it happens.
But at least I can comment.
It seems we have the fabled three-headed hound of Hell, Cerberus, guarding the joint. Oddly appropriate, don’t you agree? Still, one must wonder where Heracles is in our hour of need.
Thanks, all. I’ve launched another carrier pigeon toward Castle WordPress. Let us all hope and pray that its Dark Lords deign to provide Wisdom this time around.
You mean “Happiness Engineers” don’t you? You know, the ones up at Possum Lodge.
As soon as I clicked the login button I got the curtain of notifications again that covered the reply button.
Opus, I think that has to be the champeen of commentary annoyances rat thar. You do what they ask of you and all you get for your trouble is a cascade of things you already know. It’s like opening a closet door and having a bunch of old shoes, notebooks, and camping gear rain down on you.
Testing one, two, three…
So, no matter how I reply, email or WordPress login, the comment shows us under psobrien. I assume it is because Sandy and I have a WordPress account. It links the email address to that account and requires that I sign in to it. Oh well, you can post and I can comment, so “wherever you go, there you are.“
Sheesh. OK, here’s another question: Do you have to log in every time you want to comment, or are you only thus afflicted occasionally?
Well, if I don’t go to WordPress and log out, I can comment without logging in again. After a period of time, I’m guessing a few hours, it logs you out automatically.
Yeh, I’ve noticed the auto-logout at some other WP blogs. And a few other sites, too. Charles Pierce’s Politics blog at Esquire is forever slamming the door on my fingers, telling me I’ve run out of “free” articles (I am a paying subscriber). Then I log back in and all is forgiven, until the next time.