Velociworld

OCCAM'S RAZOR

The simplest answer is usually the correct answer. And so I thought I'd figured out the dead comment problem: Why, Elisson had screwed everything up when he posted here! Made perfect sense. Stumbling around my templates in a drunken stupor with a Sazerac in hand, having sport with the deluded Christer, sabotaging the Works. Oh, yes.

Then I realized, Hellfire, them comments went tits up the post before. The one I put up in which I, somehow errant from the mission at hand, decided to threaten would-be mockers. Comment bashers. It really sucks letting E off the hook, but I apparently have no choice. That's okay. He's a walking catastrophe. I'll get him next time.

But. But. Hmm. Hmm. What do Occam say now? I would submit the simplest answer is this: the very might, the power, the force field of my threats caused my comments to clam up. It's the only thing that makes sense. Because I explored my template code. I seemed to remember having a fairly good handle on that stuff a while back. But to tell you the truth, I'd sooner translate cuneiform, or runes, than the bug splatters I was looking at. It doesn't help that I've had a few folk insert some boutique code in there, either, to assist me in my spam wars. And you never knock an ally, but my templates have taken on a Rube Goldberg aspect. I see baling wire. And Band Aids. Chewing gum.

Anyway, the comments are fucked, and from a karma standpoint you brought it on yourselves. My aura apparently melted the wiring.

To those of you who have sent comments via e-mail, and I mean the females, thank you very much! I've never tried that, X, but I measured today, and I think it will fit/work. I may keep the comments inactive for a while, actually.