Hoarded Ordinaries: -- "Mundane musings on nature, spirit, & time from a collector of the quotidian" is the brand new weblog of writer and naturalist Lorianne Schaub. She will be a regular visitor, I think, and hopefully a regular contributor over at Ecotone, and a welcome if hestitant new member of the blogging community. She voices some of her uncertainties, stepping into the unknown waters of writing naked, as it were, for the world to read. Stop by and tell Lorianne hello.
The Ecotone Biweekly Topic for January 1 is "Cemeteries and Place"
Happy Wedding Announcement to friends J and S who just let this cat out of the bag (to their ol' Blog Uncle Fred) yesterday. To which Ann Wife of 33 Years responded "well, there ends another good relationship." Just kidding, kiddos.
I opened the mailbox yesterday and found a package from a blogger buddy south of here -- some of her fermented fruity flavor from summer in a little canning jar. Recipes are forthcoming. Merry Christmas to us, and another blogger to blogger kindness bestowed. It warms the heart, it does, and the nose a little bit too, if tossed back in larger sips. Ahhhhh! And last week, in the same mailbox, a heartwarming story of black lab pups! Thank you blog buckeroos and buckerettes, for your thoughfulness!
Okay. Tell us your weirdest Christmas gift. I'll go first: The Hokey Pokey Elmo. Don't ask. Second weirdest: a sixpack of the cheapest redneck beer available locally (and brand of the can most likely found on the side of our road) and a camoflage hunting cap like all the Good Ol' Boys wear. My son wanted me to fit in. Thanks, buddy, I owe you one. That's a warning. And by the way, the dog found the cap on Christmas afternoon and roughed it up for me a bit. Now it really looks gen-you-ine.
I set out for a meeting in downtown Floyd last night. The last thing Ann said before I left after dark was "Watch out for the deer". Two hundred yards down the road, the neighbor's truck was crumpled up behind a massive pinetree off the side of the road, the emergency lights blinking. The airbag had inflated, no one was inside. I found him walking in the dark a quarter mile towards his house, holding his left arm. His hand had broken the windshield. He swerved to miss a deer.
Am I right in thinking the next MT version, due soon, will eliminate comment spam by requiring commenters to register? I sure am getting tired of banning IP's three or four times a day. How 'bout you?
Posted by fred1st at December 30, 2003 08:38 AM | TrackBackI got a stuffed animal monkey from my daughter. She thought I neeed it in my office. (monkeys are a running joke in our family)
Posted by: Chris at December 30, 2003 09:51 AM
A light switch cover of a naked man(looks like ancient Greek). The switch becomes part of his missing anatomy. We are still dumbfounded and can think of no place where we would put this. Hopefully the person that sent this does not read your blog as she lives in Virginia.
Posted by: Liska at December 30, 2003 01:56 PM
Have you installed the MT-Blacklist plugin? It's a plugin recently developed by Jay Allen that blocks about 450 known spam sites. As far as I understand, it searches for keywords & URLs in the comments people leave and if a banned phrase/URL is used, the comment simply doesn't appear. Has been very effective in my experience.
Download for free here:
http://www.jayallen.org/projects/mt-blacklist/
(Or get a techie friend to help you -- I did! :))
Posted by: irene at December 30, 2003 03:43 PM
MT 3.0 will indeed have the option to require commenters to register, per Ben's announcement last week.
Posted by: CGHill at December 30, 2003 07:47 PM
an ear tin
being partially deaf, my family has inundated me for years with gag gifts to boost my hearing. By far, the antiquated funnel-shaped tiny tin horn that is meant to be placed next to the ear to enhance the gathering of sound was the best of the best. It amuses me to this day, as it sits quietly perched next to my memories of the depth of humor my family has been known to employ. You think perhaps I jest? They are so perfectly quirky, that my 22 yr old son has learned how to make his lips moves independently from the words he is speaking. Knowing that I read lips, he has trained himself to move his lips in one direction, while his voice is uttering something altogether different. Seriously! It has become a party favorite, as well as a perfectly delicious inside-joke that we all share. Thanks for the nudge towards memory lane.
Posted by: ntexas99 at January 1, 2004 06:17 PM