Now that I have Pandora installed on my cell phone, I have a device that I can carry in my pocket that delivers random music, transmitted over the airwaves, which I can listen to coming out of tiny speakers. Who’d have guessed, 50 years ago, that technology would have come so far?
Some of you may have noticed that updates haven’t been appearing at the usual 12:02am (ET) this week. They were all queued up to go live at the proper time, but WordPress has been processing them pretty much at random. This isn’t the usual business where twice a year updates go live an hour before or after they should for a few weeks until WordPress figures out the whole Daylight Saving Time thing (we can look forward to that starting a week from Monday): this past week updates have rescheduled themselves for 3 minutes late, 42 minutes late, and 16 hours late. I go in and put the posts online manually when I can, which of course defeats the purpose of setting up a queue. (update: I just noticed that WordPress decided to change the online-time of Saturday Morning Ewww from 12:02 to 12:26; like I said, apparently random)
Also, some of you have noticed that the spam filter has apparently stopped working. The site isn’t getting any more spam than it ever did — but now it’s all going online. My only option at this point was to change the site’s settings so that all comments get held for moderation; but once I approve one of your comments, your subsequent comments will go right through (unless, of course, they suck). Sorry for the inconvenience, but I don’t think anybody wants this site to drown in spam.
The reporter is too young to know what “nonfiction memoir” means? She’s too young to have been following the Funky Winkerbean strip and therefore doesn’t know who Lisa is? I’m stumped.
I’m playing racquetball this evening for the first time in 20 years. And one big difference between this time and the last time is that this time, I had to ask my doctor for permission. He said I should stop if I experience severe chest pains. He says things like this, and he’s not joking. I’m thinking “well, duh, I would have thought of that.” But of course I have to be polite, because there are so many ways this guy can hurt me.
Anyway, I expect to survive the match even if my dignity probably won’t. Please pray for my backhand and my knees.
Could Bob Dylan possibly have imagined that close to a half century later, allusions to his video would still be going strong (or for that matter, that he would as well)?