Lately, I’ve noticed that some comments have ended up in the trash. Got no idea how that’s happening, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed.
Perhaps you have, but haven’t bothered to mention that your comments disappeared (or never showed), because you figured I’d just delete that, too. But I wouldn’t.
I won’t usually delete a comment. If you use a naughty word, I might edit it to make it PG-13, but actually delete the comment? No, I can’t think of a reason I’d do that. If you leave a really stupid comment, I want it to remain so that people can mock you unmercilessly. Yes, I made that word up. I think.
Anyway, the only reason I’d delete a comment — yes, I thought of a reason — is if you leave the same comment twice. Even then, if I don’t like what you said, I might leave both just so that people can think you are not only an ass, but like to hear yourself say the same thing again and again.
Back to the comments that were deleted. I sometimes use the WordPress app on my iPhone to read comments when they post. Because it’s a smaller screen, there’s a chance I might hit the wrong thing and delete your comment. If so, it’s an accident. And, if I see a comment on one of my posts in the Trash folder, I’ll restore it.
If you’re in the mood to help me figure it out, then start leaving comments. After all, it’s Tuesday Night Open Thread, and this IS the place to leave comments. About anything. Or about nothing. Doesn’t matter.
While you and I have gone back to work — it is a Monday after all — my mother didn’t go to work today. She’s been on vacation that last few days.
My mother was in New York, visiting my daughter, and flew back today. This past weekend, they went to Ellis Island. They planned to look up names of ancestors who processed through there. I couldn’t give her any names, though. But, she wasn’t really disappointed.
I’ll be honest, I only liked the first part with the colored gel, because I did NOT predict how it would react to the bowling ball. All the other splashy/crashy things did just what I expected them to do, so I was a little bored. Maybe I’m just slo-mo jaded…