Why you don't get published.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Comment Vacuum
Okay, the last two posts have had zero comments, and there's been no comment on any post in over six hours. Though there've been about 2% of the usual comments today, my attempt to leave one myself succeeded. Now I just want proof that someone else can leave one. I can stand being ignored, but not if it's Blogger's fault.
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Maybe it's a snow day?
That was quick. Thanks. Obviously it's a conspiracy.
I was out at the matinee (stage production of Amadeus)
Last night, when I checked the blog right before going to bed (after midnight), a post that I'd made to the Book List wasn't up. Now it is. If you had approved it earlier, sounds like a technical problem. If you hadn't, sounds like you don't love me anymore.
By the way whatever happened to your older daughter, Evil Ina? Last I heard, she had a job in a Fanny Burney novel...
I approve 'em when I see 'em. If it's delayed in the ether or I'm not at the computer, it takes longer.
Oh, I forgot I wanted to ask this: The other night I spotted what I thought was a particularly clever twist in the script of MEDIUM. Is there any place on this blog where we are authorized to note items from our viewing or reading that impress us as particularly clever--or the reverse?
Should we...keep commenting here...just in case?
Whew it'd been over 40 minutes. I thought the black hole of anticommentarianism was back.
What a relief to be able to make a comment without trying to sound intelligent.
Hey, why no word verification? They run out of random letters?
I was actually having problems posting last night - the write the wacky spelling thing thing wasn't appearing, and I couldn't complete the post. However, having a choice between arguing with a nonsentient computer feature and watching a stage production of Amadeus, I'm pretty satisfied. On the whole. If it was a college, community theatre or high school production, I'm figuring I was definitely ahead. And, please tell me that Candy Cane the stripping vasectomist was just too titilating to include in the scissors GTPs. My ego shudders.
I still love you, I'm just working, that's all.
Actually, you never turned up to our wedding at Bondi, so I'm not sure I do love you any more. Don't tell me you picked one of those other girls.
Oh! Evil One Fear Not!! I was vacuuming, but then I had the irresistible urge to log-on. And what do I read? Chastisement veiled as despair!!! But you see, your blog has been so incredibly inspiring of late, that I've actually been working on serious writing. Can you blame me? And have you forgotten the marathon post-fest post-VD? Wherein the comments flew and fell thick as theives around your hairy ankles? and what about that whole ellipsis thing, huh?? Wasn't that fun and damental all in one?
xoxox!!#%%xoxox
ME
Actually, you never turned up to our wedding at Bondi
I didn't show up? I knew it was going to be a problem that you didn't know what I looked like without my pince-nez, which the airline confiscated as a possible weapon, but I thought I'd be able to spot you. Turns out the one photo of you I've seen is from three houses away and shot through a piece of cheesecloth. I would have felt silly walking up to everyone and saying, "Are you McKoala?" Let me think . . . were you the one in the bridal gown?
I have spent literally the entire day drugged up on the couch hoping to prevent another trip by ambulance regarding my stupid Fibro with my hips. Just now on for the first time. Sorry, darling.
Damn I had to wiki Bondi. But now that I know, or should I say, had I known (and been invited) I would have been there in a Sydney minute (those are like 6 hours long, right?)
a famous rip current known as the "Backpackers Rip" (also known as the "Bondi Tram" or the "Bronte Express" because you would supposedly end up at Bronte - two beaches south - if caught in it). In actual fact, there are up to five rip currents operating along the beach, the Backpackers' Express being the one closest to the designated swimming area. There is an underwater shark net shared, during the summer months, with other beaches along the southern part of the coast.
As for Evil blowing it off, I'm sure he was only being protective of his muttonchops. That riptide sounds wicked and as for the shark net, well, just how many times did you see "Jaws", Ed?
ME
A comment vacuum... uh... sucks...
Vacuums are always disconcerting.
Take for instance Queen Elizabeth and James Clerk Maxwell who work on but not in a vacuum...
(He really wasn't a Brit named Dyson, yanno!)
It seams that James Clerk Maxwell (1831 - 1879) and other scientists were invited by Queen Victoria to explain the nature of a vacuum:
"I was sent to London, to be ready to explain to the Queen why Otto Von Guericke devoted himself to the discovery of nothing, and to show her the two hemispheres in which he kept it, and the picture of the 16 horses who could not separate the hemispheres, and how after 200 years, W. Crookes has come much nearer to nothing and has sealed it up in a glass globe for public inspection. Her Majesty however, let us off very easily and did not make much ado about nothing, as she had much heavy work cut out for her all the rest of the day."
from "Newscripts" by K.M. Reese, "Chemical and Engineering News" January 29, 1996
Time for a group hug.
Anybody cute I can stand next to? Or behind?
heh heh
I have no excuse.
Shoot me.
"Let me think . . . were you the one in the bridal gown?"
Well, duh. I was that might be a giveaway. That and the furry ears sticking out from under my veil.
Ah, the joy you will never know.
I can't comment whenI'm at work because they've blocked blogger. But I've had some connection problems lately with blogger at home, too.
I was working on my WIP.
Aha! So Evil Editors need love too! :)
Jeez, you are needy and whiny, aren't you?
I was WRITIN' my wittle heart out.
'sides, dontcha need another query of mine to rip apart, sending me into the throes of depression? You are the revered EE. It IS what you do.
Well, if lying in bed groaning in agony is ignoring you...okay!
And, please tell me that Candy Cane the stripping vasectomist was just too titilating to include in the scissors GTPs.
Sometimes I finish working on the critique and fail to delete the title from the GTP queue, and more come in, and by the time I realize there's a new option I've already posted. But yes, Candy Cane the stripping vasectomist? Not only hilarious, but would have fooled everyone into thinking it was the real plot.
Wow- a lot has happened around here since Wednesday. I hate it when I miss stuff.
I'm sorry I'm on a mini-vacation and was on flights and in airports almost all day yesterday. I apologize.
Can this count as a comment?
Hey- I just read through these comments a little more carefully, Sparky.
No weddings without me involved, OK? And I don't mean as the freakin' bridesmaid.
man, do i feel better! And the QEI vacuum thing actually made my day. Gratzi
I couldn't comment at all from my work computer for two days. It kept telling me I was on a malicious site, and it was my own!
Thus, commenting was put on hold for a while. Not that I have anything intelligent to say.
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