Also, Before You Ask

Athena is home sick at the moment, which is why I’m writing early in the day.

Also, and I could be wrong here, but I believe if I post date an entry I write, WordPress will post it at the time I specify. Which could be useful. One of you WordPress geeks can tell me if I’m wrong about this.

17 Comments on “Also, Before You Ask”

  1. amandageddon – She is a slacker of the highest order, a geek of not so much, went back to school to become an even bigger geek and possibly get paid for it. She loves it when a plan comes together.

    I think if you change the date/time in the timestamp widget on the entry page, it’ll post date the entry to that time.

  2. P.S. I don’t know if yours will do it, or it’s just something screwy with mine, but on occasion, when I move to edit my own timestamp, it’ll ask me to navigate away from the page. If it happens to pop up, click cancel, only because unless it autosaved you, you’ll lose your work.

    Oh, and the list with scheduled entries in on the dashboard when you go to your site admin. Usually under, posts on the right side of the screen if you are using the same functionality/admin layout.

  3. 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., by any means necessary

    Hey! I’m at home with a sick kid, too!

    Is Athena sitting in a pottery barn kids box watching Lilo & Stitch? No? Mine is. And I’m done with my nap so now I get to write. Woot.

  4. I, too, have a daughter home sick today (strep throat). Hoping the Augmentin will knock it out this time, after Amoxicillin and Cefalexin failed.

  5. I’m going to try postdating an entry past the date of the inevitable heat death of the universe, and then we’ll see how powerful WordPress is. Will it force the rejiggering of the laws of thermodynamics? I’m betting it will.

    D’oh! Windows cannot accept this datetime stamp. So now the heat death of the universe is Windows fault.

  6. Actually, most operating systems have a date rollover problem impending sometime in this century. I remember seeing a table of Hard OS Death Dates back when I was working with Y2K issues, and MS-DOS runs out of dates in like 2017, NT in 2040 and VMS for the VAX was good for like 300 years.

    Of course why look up any of this info? I’m picking numbers out of nose — it was clogged anyway. I trust my fellow geeks to have the URL handy so I can finish this and start the long trek back home.

    The Heat Death of the Universe? It’s not accessible in any known computer at the OS level that I know of. I suppose the Mayans would’ve built a more robust date structure if they’d invented computers.

    Dr. Phil

  7. Yes, but it would be in base 60.

    Come to think of it, that’s a hell of a good idea. I think I will start work on Mayan Date Extensions for Windows. Then I’ll be able to postpone THDOTU.

  8. I have a wordpress question for you: What widget are you using for the Whateverettes sidebar? It appears to be a rolling list of bookmarks or something, but I can’t imagine you handrolling new links in and old links out of a blogroll-type widget, so it must be some automated thingy. Can share?

  9. Oh, thanks. That helps. And the funky titles…where do they come in? Do you actually rename the links like that when you save them to, or how does that work?

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