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Mother trucker. Spit. Son of a pitcher.

Stupid comment function. Or unfunction, as the case may be.

Thanks to my ongoing and seemingly insoluble troubles with the comment function of this blog — which I have still failed to replicate, despite hundreds of attempts — I missed a comment today that I will never get back.

A comment from one Joni Webb.

That’s right.

Joni.

Webb.

Joni Webb of Cote de Texas.

Cote de Texas: Joni's gorgeous design for her daughter's bedroom

Cote de Texas was probably the first design blog I ever read and — probably the reason I’m still reading design blogs with a dedication tantamount to obsession. Joni “introduced” me to Layla Palmer and Brooke Gianetti. Her Top Ten Design Elements series is responsible for my conversion to curtains. Her posts on Belgian design are the reason my keyboard has drool-stains on it. Oh, and then there’s the Sally Wheat kitchen phenomenon. Don’t even get me started.

Yes, Joni Webb.

You see, yesterday I left a comment to her post about a reader’s renovation on a foreclosed home in Houston.

She tried to leave a comment on my blog. My blog.

Tried.

And the mother trucking blog failed to accept her comment.

I don’t have a lot of brushes with celebrities — I met Amy Grant buying donuts in a Florida grocery store at 7 AM one summer — so this kind of thing cuts me to the quick.

I could have had a bonafide Joni Webb comment on my blog. Alas, ’twas not to be.

Instead, she sent me an email — I’m thinking about framing it — responding to my comment and (gulp!) complimenting me on my destination blinds.

Of course, the magic was tempered by the knowledge that I have no clue how I’m going to resolve my Bermuda Triangle issue with comments on this blog. WordPress is a free blogging platform (God bless ‘em!) but I keep hoping to find someone to whom I can pay actual cash money to find and fix the problem. Hello? Anyone? Please, exploit me. I’m getting desperate.

In the meantime, I’ve removed “email required” from the comment form, just in case it’s the culprit, which will probably mean lots and lots of

but better that than zero comments. It’s awful lonely out here in Blogland. I need the feedback.

On that note, please take this as my personal invitation to comment early and often. Your comment doesn’t even have to be relevant. Favorite song lyrics? Sure. Next week’s grocery list? Why not?

If, in the course of posting your preparation method for Blowfish Sashimi, you should have trouble in leaving your comment, please take a mo’ to email me and let me know. There’s also a hefty bounty on any screenshots that help me identify the problem.

Until then, I will try to tantalize you with frequent and compelling posts that will leave you powerless to avoid commenting. (Or at least emailing me if your comments fail. Which they seem almost sure to do.)

Dang it.

No Comment

With virtually no information to go on and no idea what I’m doing, I am, nevertheless, wading in to try and solve the comment mystery.

As such, parts of the blog may come and go, for which I apologize in advance. ‘Tis but, I hope, a temporary pain.

If I’m lucky, I may be able to get comments functioning properly again. In the meantime, please send me an email if you encounter an error while trying to make a comment.

Wish me luck!

Comments Solicited

I got an email from a very kind visitor to the blog who let me know she was having trouble commenting on a recent post.

I’ve gone over everything I know to do on WordPress — which would fill a thimble (with room for a shot of tequila) — and haven’t identified anything that looks fishy. Equally strange, although I haven’t been getting many comments lately, I had no trouble leaving my own random “testing” comments.

So, if you are of a helpful frame of mind and can spare the time, please leave a comment or two on this post or any other. (If you don’t have a comment on anything in particular, feel free to use “testing,” or something equally droll.) If, for whatever reason, the system doesn’t allow you to leave a comment, click here to shoot me an email.

Thank you, your help is greatly appreciated!

Self-Hostess with the Mostest

That’s the idea, anyway. The execution of said idea, maybe not so much.

I have, finally and at last, completed the migration of my wordpress.com blog to the self-hosted, wordpress.org blog you see before you. This, after spending months learning the difference between the two platforms and trying to avoid vanishing down the DIY, self-hosted rabbit hole. Confession: I am not a techie and this has been something of a challenge. But it’s also proof positive you don’t have to understand something to get it done.

Consider that my motivational speech for the day. Or the decade, really.

I still have a few additional housekeeping details to attend to, such as revamping my sidebar links, and I’ve thrown myself into WP plugins as if I were backsliding crack addict.

In the meantime, if you notice any problems with the new blog — or frankly, anything that just bugs you about it — please be kind enough to drop me a line. I would love your feedback.

Thanks and Happy Wednesday!

I Blame My Mother

I’m neck deep in the quicksand of a website-conversion-slash-blog-migration-slash-shopping-cart-revamp-slash-Lord-knows-what-else-I’m-going-to-find-needs-doing.

None of which I would ever have attempted had it not been for my mother.

I spent my formative years watching her tackle just about every trade skill or hobby known to man because she just wanted it done. It never mattered what the skill was — upholstering furniture, plumbing, electrical work, website design, nuclear fission — she just rolled up her sleeves and wrestled it into submission.

Such fearsome competence has cast a shadow over my entire adult life. I am constitutionally unable to pay anyone to do something I myself might have a chance of sorting out.

So some people outsource. The women of my family self-source.

It’s an inherited disorder. And I’ve got it baaaaaaaad.

Anyway, should you notice odd blips with the blog, links, my websites or anything else, you know why. I hope to have everything ironed out soon.

In the meantime, hug a competent woman and thank her for raising the bar. (Thanks, Mom.)

Abigail

Variations on a Theme

As you can see, I’m monkeying with the appearance of the blog. WordPress has launched a new theme (“Twenty Ten,” for those who care) that offers much more flexibility than the one I’ve been using and I had to give it a go. So far, so good, but it will take me some time to play with all the new bells and whistles and get ‘em singing my song.

Is that enough of mixed idioms for you?

Changes will continue to be made throughout today — or for the next 90 days, if it takes me that long.

If you’re like me and despise change, my apologies. Should you need to hide under the covers and suck your thumb for awhile, I understand.

Ciao.

Abigail

WordPress Says So

Ever so slowly, I am unearthing the treasures of WordPress.

Maybe you’re a Blogspot user and you often find yourself wondering “Why can’t I [fill in the blank]?” in the midst of your blogging endeavors. You probably can [fill in the blank] in WordPress. It’s a little bit like baking your own bread: it takes a little more skill than buying a loaf at the store but the results are well worth the effort.

[ASIDE: WordPress has not paid me a dime for this endorsement. Damn them.]

One of my favorite recently-explored features is Stats. I’m just nosy that way.

For example, 132 people have viewed my blog since I kicked it off. (No, that does not include my own visits to the blog — WordPress says so.)

Search phrases that have led to my blog include: “south beach diet phase 1 recipes” and “sugar free pudding on south beach.”

I have been “protected” from 1 spam comment.

And then there is my favorite stat: referrals. This nifty feature shows me how people get to my blog. Predictably, most of my referrals come from my old blog, with Facebook coming in a close second.

But then I noticed three people who had reached my blog from a site I’d never heard of before. So I clicked on it.

Had a long-lost friend added me to their Blogroll?

Well, not exactly…

CamoMen

As it turns out, WordPress also has a feature called “Possibly related posts: (automatically generated)” and that feature, through the mystic cosmology of the blogosphere, felt that a particular post of mine was a second cousin to the above post and linked it at the bottom.

It seems that “Marquesate” is also an aspiring writer and also complains about not posting, and in the opinion of WordPress, that’s enough. It’s a match. We’re virtual soul mates.

I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. Although for as much as we might otherwise have in common, I can’t really relate to his recent divorce from “a lying, cheating b—–d who proved himself to be a ‘typical’ squaddie.”

Truth be told, I didn’t even know what a “squaddie” was — I had to look it up to make sure it was publishable on a PG-rated blog.

The crux of the matter is this: I had grandiose plans to expand my repertoire of gay military fiction with the epic saga of a young squaddie who overcomes initial fears to become a hero on the battlefield — well, probably not a squaddie because I’m not British and as they say: “Write what you know” — but any attempt I make now might be misconstrued as plagiarism. WordPress would testify against me.

Will I ever catch a break?

Never mind. Best of luck to you, Marquesate. I’ll graciously decamp to my usual children’s fiction and rom-com screenplays and try not to resent that you called dibs on the fertile soil of martial homoeroti¢a.

I owe you at least that much. We’re practically family.

WordPress says so.

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