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.
Who wants to start?
Once, after I wrote a comment, I went to submit it by typing my email address and my email password (instead of username) just through force of habit— muscle memory. While that combination was being moderated, I shot Basil an email saying he might want to delete that, and explained what I had done. He was able to do so before it hit the world wide web.
Good guy in my book, that Basil.
Good on pizza too.
Listen, just because you demand a comment doesn’t mean I’m gonna comment.
I’m above such blandishments.
Better luck next time.
If November 11th wasn’t such a solemn day, I’d find the street where Hillary’s episode was and have a sack-of-potatoes tossing contest or something, with a free shoe giveaway .
It wouldn’t be cruel, because the press and her doctor assured us she was so damn healthy.
I could not even begin to pretend to offer advice on a technical problem. How about a geek joke instead?
Q: How many programmers does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. It’s a hardware problem.
Q: How many AI engineers does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None. It’s a programing problem.
I’m going to go with the “comment about nothing”, and wonder if I just failed because my comment has words.
Most people knew Buddy Hackett from movies and The Tonight Show but his live Vegas act was pretty raunchy. Invariably there would be some group of older ladies in the audience who had no idea what they were getting into.
He used to do a gag where he’d tell a dirty joke then pick out one of these tables of older ladies who looked shocked and say “Oh, was that too much? Maybe I should tone it down a little. How about this one…”
Then he’d tell a mildly risque joke and say to the same ladies “Was that Ok? That wasn’t too much?” The ladies would smile and nod – amused and flattered by the attention.
Then he’d say “Ok how about this one…” and he’d tell a somewhat racier joke and say to the same ladies “What about that one, girls? That was ok?” They would nod.
Then he’d say “Ok what about this one. These two f*ggots were butt-f***ing an alligator…”
I have no comment on the no comments
It’s a good thing you don’t delete my comments that contain naughty umlauts – because I work really hard to figure out how to get those two little dots to show up so my forbidden word can get past WordPress. You have to use two hands and be a contortionist at the keyboard, I’m telling you. Like Cntrl-Alt-Squiggle-Print Scrn-Del-U just to make a ü appear. WordPress is such a kümqüat (a forbidden word with embedded badness, apparently).
C4C.
How come Democrats can get along with rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperadoes, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Muslims…but they can’t get along with Republicans?
How come Democrats can get along with rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperadoes, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, azz-kickers, s**t-kickers and Muslims…but they can’t get along with Republicans?
Birds of a feather…
Democrats always need foot soldiers so they don’t get their hands personally dirty.
My profound thanks to Iowa Jim! I read the Monday night thread about 25 minutes ago, and have been enjoying Artie Shaw’s greatest hits since then.
You’re welcome, and thank you for the kind words; it’s always a thrill for me to introduce somebody to something that I love and have him like it.
In case you’re interested in pursuing his music further, I can highly recommend the CD on BMG’s Bluebird label named, simply, “Begin the Beguine”, after the recording that put him on the map. Don’t get the Self-Portrait CD; it has a recording of “Begin the Beguine” that was made ten years later. Happy listening.
Queen Victoria, who gave her name to an era and, until recently, was the longest-reigning Queen of England, was born May 24, 1819. Don’t be amused.