The mystery deepens/how to post a comment
So, anyway, Jason, writes me an e-mail denying his involvement with herr Bob. I, for one, believe him. Believe you me, if Jason was the Sagat, he would lay claim to the title. Moreover, he would have been funnier. I should of known. I'm slipping.
Regardless, Jason tried to post a comment to my blog and met with an incredible ammount of difficulty. I have heard the same thing from Hooknoobie who told me as well that if you don't have a blog account, blogger.com snubs you as if you just farted in its car, say on a trip to Disney Land or something like that. I mean it's that rude. It tells you, "oh sure, I'll just post your comment," and then it just doesn't. You know, in this day and age, with computers already so difficult to deal with, you just don't need one telling you that it will do the thing that seems simple, and then have it just NOT do it, for no reason other than pure spite. That's ridiculous--though it does have an official term: You can't get ye' flask syndrome (Erik that one's for you). So, I went on to my blog and checked this elitism out.
Here's what I did. I tried to post a comment to my web page without using my blogger.com id. Well, the thing is it didn't seem to work. That is, my blog did not change much. But then, the next day, it posted. So, there you go.
But back to Bob for a moment. Bob did not, in fact, do this. He instead opened up a blogger.com id, and then commented on my blog. In fact, what seems interesting is that Bob got a blogger.com id simply to post his comments on my blog. What does that mean?
Well, it means that Bob thought enough of my little blog here to go to all of that trouble--which is very complimentary. Thanks Bob. As Jason pointed out to me at one point, there are certain trepidations about posting a comment, not the least of which is when you get the mass e-mail from me and you realize that you only know about a third of the names of my friends. At that point, you may think that by posting a comment you may be overstepping your bounds. You may feel that the other people reading the blog don't want to hear your commentary, after all you don't know them. At least that's the way Jason felt--that commenting on my blog was akin to saying I know Monstro well enough to add my voice to his babble, and with that, the angst that somebody else will say, "nah unh, I know Monstro better than you." I figure if Jason, who was the best man at my wedding feels that way, chances are that others feel that way too.
Truth be told though, I really like it when people comment on my blog. It's good to here from them. That, and commentary makes this more like a conversation, rather than me just talking to myself. So, I invite you all to comment away. Do so anonymously if you'd like. The commentary should eventually post even if blogger.com is slower with non-members.
Also, if you've stumbled upon this blog, and you don't know me, well...feel free to comment too. This is after all a relatively open forum. And so to you Bob, I say this: I'm sorry if I was rude to you, I thought you were Jason. And welcome to what is my relatively low impact life.
Regardless, Jason tried to post a comment to my blog and met with an incredible ammount of difficulty. I have heard the same thing from Hooknoobie who told me as well that if you don't have a blog account, blogger.com snubs you as if you just farted in its car, say on a trip to Disney Land or something like that. I mean it's that rude. It tells you, "oh sure, I'll just post your comment," and then it just doesn't. You know, in this day and age, with computers already so difficult to deal with, you just don't need one telling you that it will do the thing that seems simple, and then have it just NOT do it, for no reason other than pure spite. That's ridiculous--though it does have an official term: You can't get ye' flask syndrome (Erik that one's for you). So, I went on to my blog and checked this elitism out.
Here's what I did. I tried to post a comment to my web page without using my blogger.com id. Well, the thing is it didn't seem to work. That is, my blog did not change much. But then, the next day, it posted. So, there you go.
But back to Bob for a moment. Bob did not, in fact, do this. He instead opened up a blogger.com id, and then commented on my blog. In fact, what seems interesting is that Bob got a blogger.com id simply to post his comments on my blog. What does that mean?
Well, it means that Bob thought enough of my little blog here to go to all of that trouble--which is very complimentary. Thanks Bob. As Jason pointed out to me at one point, there are certain trepidations about posting a comment, not the least of which is when you get the mass e-mail from me and you realize that you only know about a third of the names of my friends. At that point, you may think that by posting a comment you may be overstepping your bounds. You may feel that the other people reading the blog don't want to hear your commentary, after all you don't know them. At least that's the way Jason felt--that commenting on my blog was akin to saying I know Monstro well enough to add my voice to his babble, and with that, the angst that somebody else will say, "nah unh, I know Monstro better than you." I figure if Jason, who was the best man at my wedding feels that way, chances are that others feel that way too.
Truth be told though, I really like it when people comment on my blog. It's good to here from them. That, and commentary makes this more like a conversation, rather than me just talking to myself. So, I invite you all to comment away. Do so anonymously if you'd like. The commentary should eventually post even if blogger.com is slower with non-members.
Also, if you've stumbled upon this blog, and you don't know me, well...feel free to comment too. This is after all a relatively open forum. And so to you Bob, I say this: I'm sorry if I was rude to you, I thought you were Jason. And welcome to what is my relatively low impact life.
1 Comments:
All hail the mighty comment!!! Yea comment, verily and forsooth. Comma Comma Comment Comelia.
It's a lot easier to comment now that I know that my various verbosity does indeed eventually find the bloggy light of day, night, or whenever. So it takes a day or two. "Moment" is relative. I just want instant gratification dammit. But I dun figgered out now and you should be seeing many a comment, and comments on comments, and random bits of whatever, because I can comment a heck of a lot quicker whilst I'm supposed to be conferencing with those who show not to the office of boredom. Comments are quick and lithe and run and gambol free of what would normally be a post. So I can just keep typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and typing and don't you just love being able to cut and paste although the paste shocks the hell out of you on a computer if you sneak a lick while the teacher isn't looking. And on that note ... Screw Flanders!
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