Sen. Joe Liederkranz (D-Quisling) will keep his gavel at the Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs Committee despite actively working for the Magoo-Barbie ticket in the election just concluded. He will, however, be removed from the Environment and Public Works Committee, a boldly punitive move that Josh Marshall rightly describes as the equivalent of being expelled “from Pilates class in (the) Senate gym.”
Focus on . . . looking for work
The gentle souls at Focus on the Family just shitcanned 149 workers and croaked 53 vacant positions, just in time for Thanksgiving. Donations are down, says the Gazette, which must mean that IQs are up. I’ll bet this bunch — the jobless ones, anyway — wish FOTF hadn’t spent a half-million smacks on Prop. 8 in California. Looking for work in Bibleburg is gonna be a lot like trying to stuff Jimmy Dobson’s fat ass through the eye of a needle. The Sally Ann only needs so many bell-ringers.
So many websites, so little time
I broke out the BFH last night and spent the better part of quite some time pounding on the DogSite v2.0 (that would be this site), straightening out dents in this and kinks in that while swearing into a frequently empty wineglass.
So now we have three DogSites up and running, more or less:
- The original: www.maddogmedia.com
- V2.0: http://www.maddogmedia.com/wordpress
- V3.0: www.maddogmedia.wordpress.com
I thought for sure that v3.0 was going to be the way to go, mostly for cost (none) and ease of use (plenty). And then I took a sharper glance around under the hood. Only 3MB of storage, which limits photo uploads, and no video or audio uploads at all without “upgrading.” Sheeyit. I already have a paid site — the original, hosted by Hostcentric — and I can chuck my little digital stones into that vast pond for years before I fill it up. And with WordPress installed there, I can do what you see here.
The downside is, running your own WordPress show requires you to get a little more hands-on behind the scenes. Mama WordPress ain’t there to hold your hand and walk you through kindergarten on things like RSS feeds, header images and other tweaks and sneaks. Hence the wine and swearing.
This morning I think things look more or less OK. Of course, it’s early yet.
O, bugger it
It appears the free version of WordPress may not work for me (and thee). I can see I’d exceed the upload limitations by, oh, say, Thursday. So we’re back to knocking down walls and laying pipe here at Mad Dog Media.
I like taking a pic now and then, and you never know when I might resume raving into a mic’ or a camera, and seems you just can’t do much of that sort of thing for free. Not at WordPress, anyway. Who knew? I’ll have to have a word with my man Al Gore about this outrage next time we hook up backstage at “SNL” to do belly shots of Chamucos off Tina Fey.
White tigers in the trees
It was a fine day for cats in Bibleburg: upper 60s, sunny, and trees bereft of leaves, which make for excellent birdwatching. It was a tad windy for cycling, so when I gave the VeloNews.com crowd the slip for an hour I rolled on over to Palmer Park, where a guy can dodge the worst of it.
A cyclo-cross bike is not the ideal machine for Palmer Park, but riding skinny tires and a rigid fork on rocky, sandy single-track has a way of focusing the mind on the task at hand, which is getting exercise without getting killed. Like road riding, only quieter and more scenic.
Speaking of which, a fellow slacker is bound for McDowell Mountain Regional Park tomorrow and a couple weeks of riding in that neck of the Arizona woods. He’s looking at 80-something and sunny, I’m looking at 40-something and breezy. I suspect he invested more wisely than I. I should’ve listened to what my mother told me all those years ago. “What’d she tell you?” you ask. Beats me — I wasn’t listening.
