Well, that just pisses me right the fuck off.

You know how when I get pissed off I am not too happy, cuz, yah, that's what being pissed off is all about? I'm a little BEYOND THAT WITH BLOGGER AT THE FUCXKINGKING MOMENT.

I received a lovely comment email from Cheldear about Jesus being her favorite person and when I clicked the link to go back to MY POST to see HER COMMENT it FUCKING TOOK ME TO A FUCKING PORN SITE.

FUCKING BLOGGER CAN FUCKING KISS ITS OWN FUCKING ASS.

SENDING ME PORN IN EMAIL AND SAYING IT'S THE FAULT OF PEOPLE WITH WINDOWS COMPUTERS. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU! FIX YOUR FUCKING SHIT, YA MORONS.

Which one of us flipped the switch?

I used to get these nice, clean emails showing everyone's comments, such as:

Poppy Cede has left a new comment on your post "Serious question":

DCMM, awesomeeeeeeeeee! I emailed you.

ACW, you funny.

But for all of today I've instead received this:

New comment on I blame SSH.
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Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

Poppy Cede has left a new comment on your post "I blame SSH":

Is it sad that the term pwn makes me slink down and snicker like Hong
Kong Phooey?(ZOOOOOMG.)



Posted by Poppy Cede to Poppy Cedes at Fri Sep 14, 11:50:00 PM EDT
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Content-Type: text/html; charset=UTF-8
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

Poppy Cede has left a new comment on your post "I blame SSH":



Is it sad that the term pwn makes me slink down and snicker like Hong Kong Phooey?

(ZOOOOOMG.)








Posted by Poppy Cede to Poppy Cedes at Fri Sep 14, 11:50:00 PM EDT
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Supah grody. Turn off. Back to simple. FIX IT, FIX IT.

Getting a title in

In case anyone else is having trouble posting Blogger titles in Firefox right now, someone in the Blogger Help Group kindly tipped us off how to get around the problem for now:

I had this problem in firefox. I discovered that if you pointed the
cursor at the top edge of the title box rather than IN the title box,
the insert cursor (vertical bar) would appear and you could click and
then enter text in the title box.

The other workaround I've found (if you can't find that "sweet spot") is to use a different browser to log in and post.

K, off to mow the lawn in the rain like a crazy person! (LIKE a crazy person.) Happy Saturday, everyone!

My bad

It is Firefox being the bitch, not Blogger. Silly me.

It's both of them not playing well together after some stupidass change someone made on a FRIDAY without testing it properly! WTF?!

Blogger, why won't you let me put a title here, you little bitch?

Pretend this is the title:

delayeddelayeddelayedyooooooooodelayed!

SGP will be delayed on Sunday because the garden tour starts at 10:00am and goes until 3:00pm, then I actually have to wait for my in-laws to say their nicey-nices and leave then I have to look through all gazillion images, then I have to rotate them, then I have to upload them, then I have to write a post.

So, DELAYED SGP.

I FIXED IT!

Comment feed readers: I fixed my comments!! You can now feed read my comments AND click to post a comment. I rock. Joe's fault for trying to help me. Thanks, Joe. :)

Sunday is the best-worst day for Blogger to be down!

For the past two hours I have been locked out of doing anything but viewing Blogger blogs. If I tried to access my dashboard or leave comments anywhere I got this error.

At first I thought it was something with Firefox, then two more browsers later thought it was something with my computer, then two other computers later thought it was my router, then having tunneled into work and still seeing the error even though Avi confirmed everything was working for him, I finally found other people were seeing the error too and then two hours later that it was magically fixed. Comforting...

Yes, yes, my own domain. Yes, yes, move away from Blogger. Yes, yes, Poppy is lazy. Yes, yes, Poppy can do without two hours of blogging. Yes, yes, I like pie.

Spot check

I like to reply to comments now that I know all y'all appreciate it. However, Blogger is being a (see label) and many of your comments are not arriving to my email address so I don't even know you've left a comment unless I click on each and every post's comments section. Gah. So, if you really were expecting me to reply to a comment and I didn't you might wanna nudge me. I'm still receiving email, just not all the blogger comments. PARTICULARLY Spéncèr's, although others are affected. (Spénce, see your email.)

And now I must go lobotomize myself run a meeting. YAR! Hmm, and I've just been informed that my "TPS reports [are] DUE!!" Later!


PS - "BEARS, BEETS, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA!!!!"



(Warning: That's likely a spoiler of next week's "Product Recall" episode of The Office.)

Admittance

Hi. Maybe you weren't around this weekend. If you weren't, please go read this post and follow its instructions. Thanks to Spéncèr, Molly, and Maman for voting. If anyone else voted I thank you as well and you should fess up. :)

Speaking of fessing up, this postcard from PostSecret deserves attention:



I'm sure this postcard was very liberating, but it amuses me to no end that this was posted on a Christian holiday (that'd be Easter). Question: Don't all guys (who prefer or like women) want to have sex with every woman they see? I wonder how hard it is for him to sit through bible study with his teacher. I think if I were in his situation I just wouldn't be able to do it, I'd have to switch study groups. Or, I'd resolve myself to the fact that I won't be learning The Word, I'll just be learning to deepen my crush on the object of my affection. What do you all think?

The final fess up, which is actually just something interesting that has happened to me: I met Bob Keeshan (aka Captain Kangaroo) while he was still alive. Not as nice in real life as he was on the TV. Honestly, who is? I met him a few times, most notably at the wedding of my ex-boyfriend's father to the family friend of Bob. The very strange thing is that Bob gave a really gruff toast directly after the justice of the peace proclaimed that the bride and groom were now wife and husband. We all just looked at each other while we raised our glasses and drank. And then we all watched the bride and groom walk into the kitchen to go get plastered. :)

And yes, one more mini fess up after I promised the previous was the last: I am in fact cheating by posting this on Sunday with Monday's date, but Blogger sucks and doesn't let me hold back posts until their timestamp. I'll make the switch to Wordpress some day... I'm just too lazy and busy to do it today. It's Monday morning, and I'm republishing, so technically I'm publishing on Monday? :)

In case you were wondering, I am aware that comments aren't working right now. I've sent a message to Blogger support.

Update: Seems to be fixed, after a brief Blogger outage. (I repeat: Seems to be.)

Je ne suis pas amusée

Blogger forced me to upgrade. I reset Safari to correct a problem, and when I logged back into Blogger it forced me to the migration page and wouldn't let me proceed without upgrading to new sk00l blogger. Curses. Everything seems to be here, I think. I guess I'll see tomorrow when I take a better look. Going to bed so I can post a very important announcement bright and early tomorrow.

Question: Can everyone who could leave me comments before still leave me comments? If not please view my profile to email me (remove the dashes).