I’m All About the Plug-Ins

I’ve dropped in some plug-ins that should make at least some of you happy, because one of the plug-ins should allow you to edit your comments under two conditions: First, that you make the edit within 30 minutes of posting, and second that you’re still using the same IP number as you had when you made the first post. This should probably work just fine for the majority of you; now you can fix that grammatical error without posting a second time to complain about how you made a grammatical error and can’t fix it, waaaah.

Other plug-ins: One that moderates posts after a certain amount of time, so old posts aren’t slammed with whatever spam gets through Akismet, and wp-cache, which creates static pages, to help the database keep from getting slammed during those high traffic moments. I also put a widget up to tell you how many other people are currently loitering on the site. Because I know you’re curious that way.

Anyway, enjoy your new comment editing powers. Try to use them only for the power of good.

Also: The observant among you will note that I’ve reposted the feeds for Whateverettes, By the Way and the Ficlets blog. So once again you can overdose in the glory of my Web hunting and pecking.

17 Comments on “I’m All About the Plug-Ins”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang O.C., the Original Changsta

    WHOA!!! I step away again and all of the sudden there’s more changes. Woot! Looks good! I like the new whatever!

  2. now you can fix that grammatical error without posting a second time to complain about how you made a grammatical error and can’t fix it, waaaah.

    Hey! I resemble that remark.

    Actually though, what Steve said. Thanks.

  3. So, um … how does the comment editing thingummy work, anyway? In Safari and Firefox on OS X, I don’t see any obvious way of retrieving a comment in order to edit it.

  4. So, um … how does the comment editing thingummy work, anyway? In Safari and Firefox on OS X, I don’t see any obvious way of retrieving a comment in order to edit it.

    Neither can I.

  5. Do you have an RSS feed up and running yet? I couldn’t seem to figure it out if you do, and believe me I tried for a whole 30 seconds!
    Thanks!

  6. Hey! The place looks fabulous! However, I think your LJ feed is no longer feeding. If you want to point me to the RSS feed here (color me clueless but I can’t find it), I’ll create a new one for you and post the link here.

  7. When all the old posts got picked up by my RSS devourer, I didn’t notice they were old posts … so I started trying to comment but I got 404 errors when I tried to preview or publish. So I thought John is working on the site, and then came back and tried again, and after more failures, finally saw I was trying to comment on 6 month old posts…

    So here is my only chance to ask why you spelled “Heads up” with an apostrophe… [ I did have some more substantial comments to make elsewhere]

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