Oh for the good olde days
Maybe Jim Stafford had it right …
Well, I think of that girl from time to time
I call her up when I got a dime
Or maybe a cocoanut telegraph?
Arthur C. Clark once said that “any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic” except when it f*ck$ up, then it is like a curse from Marie Laveau.
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Re-configuration continues slowly and methodically. Now I need to call Apple to figure out how to get all of my ring tones back. Mañana. I’m going to bed early tonight.
Commas are the bane of my literary existence. Most of my post-posting updates involve the addition, subtraction, or repositioning of commas.
As Indiana Jones said about Nazis, “I hate those guys.”
As I mentioned previously, every time I re-read one of my posts I see some hitherto unseen typo, punctuation error, or ambiguous phrase. Despite the fact that I obviously missed them the first (second, third, …) time, they now glare at me like a beacon at sea … a beacon on a UFO. A hundred million candle-power Close Encounters of Third Kind UFO beacon.
Like the moth to the flame I am drawn to them, and … they … must … be … fixed.
The upshot of this is that new readers of this blog will read posts that are (hopefully) a bit more polished than what the early readers saw. The downside is that the posts are subtly dynamic. I promise not to significantly change any content.
Update to the Update … My wife (you know who) read through Day 42 and found two major errors I had missed despite multiple readings. Woo hoo, I now have a proof reader!