Nothing to see here, folks; move along, move along. I’m just fiddling with the controls to get a handle on how many changes to the posting process WordPress slipped past me whilst I was otherwise occupied.
More as I learn it.
Meanwhile, for any of you who have had comments drift off into the ether, fear not. I’ll begin checking the spam folder a couple-three times a day.
Mad Blog Media 
PO’G: I’ve tried several times in the past 2-3 weeks to provide comments and they’ve all NOT shown up. Hoping they did end up in your spam folder and this one gets through.
Sorry ’bout that, JD. I haven’t been paying attention to the spam folder, and all of a sudden, bam — there’s a ton of stuff from you and other regulars in there. I unspammed ’em all and sent WordPress a note.
It’s getting harder to make contact with an actual human at WP. Like everyone else they have some half-assed A.I. going on in their support machinery, and I have zero interest in training the damned thing. Exasperating is what it is.
Glad this one got through! The others, like all my comments except the above, were inane, irrelevant, juvenile, and whimpering/whining.
Speaking, though, of spam folder contents. Collect those beauties up and publish a book titled “Mad Dog’s 1000 Spam Recipes!” (I spent some time on Guam and there are several SPAM recipe books there.) 🙂
No worries about my brain emissions. I haven’t had any in a time so I’ve spared the white table linen of your fine bloggy establishment from sewerage and mayhem. Ahem.
Regarding those problems you have: Have you asked the cat? I bet wisdom shall spout forth from a good head scratch and mind meld. No? Well at least the cat will be happy with my suggestion.
It’s been quiet around the ol’ blogaroo. I haven’t had much in the way of brain emissions m’self.
Computers or all kind and sizes, including those that have a phone in them, are the invention of the devil or billionaire brats, same same. Sometimes I feel more like a system administrator than the owner of these various devices, especially when there is a software upgrade. I have resisted the smartphone and social media addictions, and will continue to do so.
For reals, Paddy me brudda. The irony of it all is that I abandoned the self-hosted WordPress model Back in the Day™ for the WP.com deal because I didn’t want to be a system administrator. I just wanted to, like, post stuff, and stuff.
I was gonna upgrade this MacBook Pro’s OS to Big Sur, which is as far as it goes, but thought I’d wait until the battery and trackpad issues were resolved. Ho, ho, the joke’s on me again. Can’t upgrade the OS on a MBP with a banjaxed display, even though it works as a desktop computer when an external display is attached. Not with a whole lot of the voodoo that I don’t doodoo so well.
Speaking of the spam folder … my kids decided that SPAM musubi was the culinary highlight of the summer’s trip. Can’t get either of them to eat exotic vegetables like celery, But they are all over processed meats wrapped in seaweed.
Man, I won’t even tell you how much Spam I ate when I first left home. Frying slabs of the stuff with eggs for breakfast, or with taters for dinner.
And don’t get me started on the tinned corned-beef hash. Or the frozen Totino’s pizzas. The Swanson TV dinners. Oh, Lord. …
Underwood Deviled Ham Spread. Who invented that stuff? And what is a “spread”? Spreadable meat? Like, pâté? Cuz I’m not seeing a Strasbourg goose anywhere in that factory.
Yeah! And Oscar Mayer Braunschweiger in a tube, spread on Wonder Bread!* Only the Devil knows what went into that tube.
* Bonus points if you could spread that stuff on that tissue-paper bread without ripping it to shreds.
How did any of us make it past
29 with the nutritional
choices our
parents made?
Remember when Wendy’s
had a salad bar, chili, and baked potatoes? Get
the 99¢ baked potato, take a
few hundred Saltines from the chili bar, a gallon of shredded cheese from the salad bar, and anything else that wasn’t under lock and key, and you could eat for a week.
(And now I know why they discontinued those offerings)
Don’t forget Hormel canned chili poured over Minute Rice.
O, hell yes. And if you couldn’t afford the Hormel, there was Wolf. Also, and too, the fabled Lipton chicken-noodle soup. Canned Campbell’s tomato with saltines. Canned vegetables. Canned fruit. Canned everything. I should’ve canned it all and learned how to cook, is what.