Is the Guestbook on strike?
Thu., October 23, 05:09 PM
Is anyone as frustrated with the Guestbook as I am? It’s not just that I get the darned error messages: “can’t find page,” or “didn’t fill out the fields” (I did too!), followed by “can’t sign again so soon.” (What d’you mean soon? I haven’t been able to sign for three days!) And now the ultimate insult: a message that someone signed my Guestbook between yesterday evening and this morning, but there are no new messages. (Yeah, I went back twice and checked the dates and times!) SOMEBODY (mentioning no names, of course) owes us all an explanation. Or if you’d rather we use Notes, for goodness’ sake, say so.
Please, if you signed and it didn’t print, let me know. And to those for whom I tried to sign, here are some messages that didn’t go through. Just when I was feeling talkative.
To chailife:
- The numbers really don’t matter any more. I bet you look fine.
- Low-fat my broad a$$! In most cases, low fat means is that they put in more sugar. Enjoy what you like.
- Your dad ate Mallomars; mine brought ice cream. To this day I don’t know whether I just love the ice cream or if it’s the remembered connection with dad.
- Latvia, you say? Dvinsk? There’s a story there…
To dichroic: You have to keep asking questions, and write down whatever you know. I’m still kicking myself because I wasn’t smart enough to ask.
To golfwidow: no Jack Elam (Daddy knew who I meant!). No Marty Feldman. By the time they ever get around to Goblet of Fire, it’ll be animated – or “flash.”
to kitchenlogic, re “…because who in their right mind would marry a Geeky Bald Asthmatic?”: He wasn’t when I married him.
msleslie reminded me of something today. She’s a fellow devotee of crosswords and other puzzles. I used to buy books of assorted puzzles all the time, and I taught myself to work cryptograms because I hated to waste something I had paid for. (“You are compulsive,” said a friend. I know – there’s another post some day.) Remember when I wrote about frustration of older eyes? I’ve discovered that, while crosswords and crostics are harder, I can still do cryptograms. Nothing you ever learn… you know.
I didn’t everything I meant to do yesterday, but it was still pretty productive. I went to the supermarket, everyone’s happy for a day or two. I went out and gave a lesson on budgeting and using Excel, which make me feel pretty good. (Just hope some of it actually got through!) And in the afternoon I went with U.D. to the mall – the place that hurts my back – and found a birthday present for Son.
If the weather is decent when I finish work today, I will go to Sam’s Club, and that will be my “last hurrah” until spring. The weekend of Son’s birthday means the clocks will change, and it will be too dark for me to shop on a workday.
There’s more than one kind of imprisonment.
