Author: The Jody

Hmmm. I can post new blog entries, read them and read comments, but I can’t post comments from the sidekick. I can write and preview them, but the post button is missing. Very odd.

As was noted in some of the technology feeds (Reuters comes to mind) Google released an updated version of Blogger this week, which FINALLY includes internal commenting code. I think I’m going to do it, but it does change the structure of archives, etc.

One of the things I’m trying to figure out is if the comment text lives on my server or theirs. I think it lives right with the blog page, so that means on my server.

The other is how to manage individual *page* archives for a high-volume blog. It’s not my preferred method of archiving, to be sure.

[Update: Well, that seems to have gone fairly well. Only time will tell.]

I wonder if it gives away my age to give my post that subject line. Raise your hand if you are under 30 and know where it comes from without resorting to Google. Uh huh, uh huh. I’m guessing 10% of you, tops, and that’s because you’re secretly so much cooler than your peers that your skin appears to be made of aluminum alloy. Or something like that.

Speaking of the under 30 crowd, I got Junior’s mother’s day card from his daycare place today, because he didn’t go there after kindergarten on Friday. Inside the card was a piece of paper that resembled a mad lib, filled with Junior’s answers to some questions. I’d like to tell you all that he announced to his teachers and the world that his mom is 24 years old. My God, I love that kid more than life itself. 24. Well, mentally, sure.

No snide remarks, please, I’m basking in the glow of Mother’s Day.

Okay, we did the fishing thing today, once the rain stopped. Nobody got hooked at all! Well, except for two fish. I don’t want the P E T A people all over my backside, so we’ll just say that there was a bit of ugliness involving a now one-eyed fish. Nuff said. We were just doing catch and release. Mostly we were feeding them all a serious amount of worms. I was fascinated by the amount of “oooh, it took the worm right off the hook!”

Oh well, doing our part for our fishy friends.

I’ve been given the heads-up that on Mother’s day, we’re all taking the kids fishing. Um, does that mean for Father’s day we can go to the mall?

I don’t really need anyone to make a big deal out of Mother’s Day…I told Mr. Dump that I’d really like a set of drinking glasses, so we can stop giving our guests the Uno’s and Applebee’s kiddie cups that we’ve collected over the years. I’m hoping to end up with something good, but he is going to let junior help pick them out.

I can tell you this: I’m NOT touching any bait. And unless they end up with some shellfish, I’m not eating the catch.