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… without the mooks messing things up around here. I know that there was a database issue a week or so ago. That was a connectivity issue of Hosting Matters, and it was resolved by them. But somewhere along the line, an update of some kind came along and it got installed causing a host of problems — mainly plugin conflicts that caused several of them to disappear. There are a lot of custom plugins here that get finicky when another plugin rubs up against them. Some will conflict and cause others to disappear. I am usually aware of the fickle ones and know how to update without causing those conflicts. If one of you Management™ types notice the little red annoyance button on the plugins tab or worse yet, the “upgrade to a new version of WordPress”, DO NOT sucumb to the siren call of those floozies. You will only cause some problems. In a nicer tone: Pleeeese leave the shiny buttons alone. You might have your own WordPress site, but you probably don’t have some of these plugins that I had to modify to do what I wanted them to do here. Picture the clown with the many poles and spinning plates. That is me and these plugins. I am spending more and more time away from home. Right now I am in Santa Barbara where I have been for over a week now. I don’t have regular internet access most of the time — because I simply don’t have time. I have different plates I am spinning and some suits trying to impose a deadline that keeps moving. Several of you emailed me over the last few days asking about the chat, the buttons, my life and I didn’t have the time to even get back to most of you. So here I am — getting back to everyone. Chat this weekend? Dunno. I am down here, doing a remote desktop through my computer at home right now. There is a conflict in that file and I just don’t have the time at the moment to track it down. If things go alright tomorrow morning I HOPE to be back up on a shuttle by tomorrow afternoon, and depending on my mood and energy, I might take time to look closer at it. We will see. Edit Buttons, Quicktags, and Emoticons? That was an easy fix. They are back up now. My personal life? I am fine. This is the most fun I could possibly have right now and still keep my clothes on. It has just the right amount of stress, the right amount of yelling, screaming, and cursing, and the right mix of me telling everyone to “get the fuck out of my booth with that shity attitude before I rip some heads off and shit down some windpipes!” Terms of endearment and sweet-talkin’ works every time. 
Okay, this is an open thread I suppose. I am outta here.
BTW: Your Printer is a Brat
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Heyyyyyy…….buttons are back.
and just when I was getting my HTML skills re-polished.
glad you’re doing well Deej
Good to hear from you Dave. I was ready to ask management how you were doing? Cool.
I haven’t yet. Been tempted to, but really too lazy to do all that converting.
Besides, I lost that updated registration-blacklist thingy you sent me (along with damned near everything else I had – tax records, ten-plus years’ of email, all my backups, etc.) about two weeks ago when my twin 40-giggers went belly-up at the same time, so…
(Yeah, the PC guru gets his ass singed by not following his own advice to BackupBackupBackup™.
BiteSue me. What-effin’-ever. (sigh))That bastard murtha got an award from the Dept. of the Navy today for his outstanding dedication to our servicemen and women.
Go sign the petition to demand that the Navy rescind that award
DJ,
Sounds like my life. Did you get the opportunity to shove one up the ass of the suits? Thats when life becomes good for a while!
Okay, sportsfans: did everyone see this?
AAaaarrrrrrgggghhhh! This ignorant cow, by the way, is on the military and security committees.
Now ask yourself: who, in God’s name, would name their baby girl after the act of larceny? Maybe to celebrate her daddy getting out of the hoosegow? (Google “larcenia bullard photo” to see the dame in question.)
Absolutely un-fucking-believable.
It’s pretty much impossible to keep up or sort by level of importance the catastrophes that pile up daily (and it’s still only the first quarter of this abortion) so I feel like giving up. I won’t, but damn. How much incompetence and foolery can you fit into each and every single day?
On the other hand, thank you for fixing us up again, DJ. Even if there isn’t a chat, it’s still improved, and that’s good.
OHH shiney, where??? I no see shiney, WTF, HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
Sooooo, some of the buttons are shy? Mayhaps we could take them aside, and tell them that when two buttons really love each other they get together in a special way, and that’s how little buttons are made?
Glad to hear that you are well, Dave. You know we worry. Hang in there, and remember; non illigitimi carborundum!
yay, DJ, glad you’re having fun.
Tallulah sez:
I guess this is what happens when you gerrymander a bunch of retards together so they can elect one of their own to represent them…
Really glad to hear you are well Deej. Was starting to worry there, and I don’t mean about the site here. Hmm, what’s THIS button? No, I will resist.
Glad you are well and having fun, keep your head about you under all circumstances and you will survive and prosper. You can
curseignore us Rotties barking over small stuff.Hmmm…Teh Mistake compares his bowling skills with that of a Special Olympian (just imagine the outcry by liberals and the MSM if a republican had said that *rolls eyes*)…does this mean that he admits he’s retarded? Can we have a new line added to the Statue of Liberty that says “and we elect the handicapped, too”? I’m sorry but after this, I have to deem that his administration be forever known as “The Short Bus Administration”
That’s one of the things I was talking about in my post, cright. These people are just PILING on the shit, day after day after day, with sprinkles. Shit and dingleberry sprinkles. Just keeping up with it is almost impossible, much less blogging about it all too.
Oh, how long can trusty Cadet Stimpy hold out?
How can he possibly resist the diabolical urge to push the button that could erase his very existence?
Will his tortured mind give in to its uncontrollable desires?
Can he withstand the temptation to push the button, that even now, beckons him ever closer?
Will he succumb to the maddening urge to eradicate history, at the mere push of a single button?
The beautiful shiny button.
The jolly candy-like button.
Will he hold out, folks?
Can he hold out?
Dammit, sleeper – YOU’VE…FORCED ME…TO…USE IT! {squeeeeak. squeeeeak.}
Annie, I am fascinated by it: It’s like watching a car accident happen in slow motion (or my favorite, watching an episide of “Scarred”). I can’t tear my eyes away from the monitor…every day, a new faux paux, a new lie, a new scandal…my only fear is that the Americans that voted for this retarded pile of racist hatred will become inured to his incompetence.
ANNIE, SLEEPER….STEP AWAY from the button!
Awright, but you better hand me that happy helmet, LCright
I agree with your fascination – it’s becoming quite bizarre. Seemingly, Pope Benedict is now the main target for a concerted media war (which serves as a distraction from all the other stuff they’re doing) – guess they’ve moved on from Limbaugh for the moment. But…how long can such a thing continue? It’s really such a blitzkreig. Has everyone been looking in on the Barack’s Teleprompter blog? It’s a good one
Happy helmet….um, OK…but you have to share…lol.
Where’s this teleprompter blog?
Here’s a story by an idiot reporter who actually thinks the site is liberal and mocking Rush: http://www.miamiherald.com/692/story/958389.html
And here’s the blog, written by Barack’s Teleprompter. It’s still very new so you can read all the posts in just a little while and get in on the ground floor. If the fiascos so far are any indication, they’ll never run out of material: http://baracksteleprompter.blogspot.com/
http://baracksteleprompter.blogspot.com/
funny.
That’s EXACTLY why I stick to posting/editing stuff. The only place that me messing with the guts of this thing would lead is not a very pretty one… Hell, I don’t even know how to turn on the friggin’ Imperial Bark®, ferfarksake.
On a completely unrelated note, I’m glad you’re having fun, Dave. Don’t you just LOVE working with Nuanced Artistes®? It’s no wonder why they’re such highly-regarded experts on everything, including World Hunger®, World Poverty®, Algore’s Glow Bull Worming®, US Military Operations® (aka American Nazi Stormtroopers Killing Lil’ Brown Oppressed People), World Economics®, World Epidemiology®, etc., …
OK, here goes. No guts, no glory.
Fuck You, DJ, you socialistic, communistic, fascistic, liberal!
D’
Deej
Thanks for fixin’ the button thingies.
What events led to the Fwench Revolution?
Just thinking out loud……..
“Qu’ils mangent de la spotted dick!”
Holy Crap!!!!!!!
The U.S. Navy has awarded U.S. Rep. John Murtha, D-Pa., its Distinguished Public Service Award, immediately triggering an Internet campaign to have Navy Secretary Donald C. Winter withdraw it.
LC Fmwoods01 @ 25:
Didn’t I tell you to resist the shiny new buttons?
Ten-Ten sez:
Better to ask “How long before Promethius withdraws his fire?”
DJ Allyn, ITW @:29
I couldn’t help myself. I tried. I really tried. It was like a little devil on my shoulder saying “go ahead, you know you want to. What are you? Chicken? Ya that’s it, your scared of the little shiny button thingy. I’m telling all your friends you’re chicken. Chicken, chicken, chicken!!!!”
I just couldn’t take any more. I had to shut the little fucker up. I begged him to waterboard me, to bury me up to my neck in sand, to drive bamboo shoots under my nails, but no….”chicken, chicken, chicken…….” It’s like the little bastard took over all my motor control and and made me push the shiny button.
That it, The Devil made me do it.
D’
DJ Allyn, ITW:
You’re at home with teenagers?
Tallulah:
Who knew you could get your rocks off judging dogs? Animal husbandry practices? Does this mean you can still fuck your pet goat with impunity?
Just when you thought you had personally done it all…..
anonymous hourly worker sez:
Musicians, managers, and producers. Picture teenagers with five times the attitude. Especially the suits. The only reason they are tolerated at all is because they are the gateway to distribution. It is why a lot of bands are doing their own labels now.
#26 Ten-Ten
Purely theoretical and only in the interest of history, of course.
VERY abridged form:
1) French court , having no concept of economics and believing that increasing taxes cured everything, bankrupted the country.
2) Taxes, other than the “forced labor tax” [Corvee] and the many impositions equivalent to excise taxes on life’s necessities, fell on the middle class almost exclusively [see definitions of "Estates" below].
3) They had reached the point in their system where the only way to raise more taxes was to convene the Estates-General for the first time in 175 years. This was the closest thing to a Parliament that the French monarchy had come up with, but it had no real power and was just a rubber stamp. Up til 1789. The Three Estates were:
First Estate: The Clergy
Second Estate: The Nobility, which was divided between the Nobility of the Sword [Feudal Lords] and the Nobility of the Robe [wealthy merchants who had been granted titles in return for bribes to the Crown]. They did not like each other.
Third Estate: Commons in theory. In fact all members were elected from the prosperous middle class only from urban areas. There was no real representation of the commons [city workers, small farmers, peasants, serfs, etc.]. It is noted that THE FIRST TWO ESTATES WERE, BY “RIGHT” AND BY UNCONTESTED REFUSAL, EXEMPT FROM PAYING TAXES. TAXES WERE ONLY FOR THE COMMONERS.
The phrase “Fourth Estate” for the press was a sarcastic referral to the power of a new popular press that could rally and control the masses. They were being called equivalent to one of the branches of a parliament. They were a new form of communication that bypassed the regular means that the government used to control the masses.
For the first time since the Crown had decided that it really did not need the Estates-General [last one had been summoned in 1614] King Louis XVI called for one to create new, and raise old, taxes. There was more than a little confusion, as it had not been done for a while. The normal means was for each Estate to meet separately and vote a unified position, and thus the First and Second alway outvoted the Third. Finance Minister Neckar made a grievous error, from the point of view of the Crown, and convinced the King to include in the Cahier [summons] that the Estates-General could meet as a whole, if they so chose.
In the First Estate, an Abbé Sieyès led a group that was more sympathetic to the Third. In the Second Estate, the old warrior nobility insulted and treated the Nobility of the Robe with contempt, leading to a reaction that deadlocked them; actually from the day of convocation [May 5, 1789]. On May 28, 1789, Abbé Sieyès called upon the Third Estate to declare its own power and invite the other Estates to join them [very few did]. They then declared themselves a National Assembly. The King tried to suppress them by seizing their chamber. On June 20, 1789, on the Royal Tennis Court [only the bloody French would choose that location], the National Assembly swore not to disband until they had given France a Constitution, and it was on.
The Fourth Estate egged on the commoners in the street. Riots broke out, and most of the First Estate and some few nobles joined the National Assembly. On July 9, they declared themselves the National Constituent Assembly, and that they ruled France. The King and his court spent most of their time with their thumbs in inappropriate places and by dithering, lost. Royal forces started to gather, but the rioters had the numbers and the Royal forces had no real plan. On July 14, 1789 in of the dumbest “liberations” in the history of revolution took place and the French stormed the Bastille. On July 15, 1789 the Marquis de LaFayette [who was a noble who joined the National Assembly] organized the Garde-National, a national militia that eventually checked, absorbed, and/or disbanded the Royal Army.
While I will note that the place and means we use to converse could be a “Fifth Estate” superceding the dying Fourth, and that those who rule over us tend to share the belief that taxes are for the lower orders, I will only add that these are not the only historical coincidences.
Beyond that, I will leave it to the other LC’s to draw parallels, and await them.
LC Subotai Bahadur
By the way, I note the existence of a new formatting button above the text box. Specifically “FU DJ”. My first inclination is to believe that it is an unbelievably useful macro. But then again, he put it in himself, which makes me leery of hitting it. Anybody have any idea of the function?
LC Subotai Bahadur
Push it and find out.
Ok, I’ll push the button. I’ve had a great life…
Fuck You, DJ, you socialistic, communistic, fascistic, liberal!
Holy hell, DJ!!!! How could you????
LC Aggie Sith sez:
Easy. For the instant gratification you just received by pushing the button, you didn’t notice that I just vacuumed out the entire contents of your bank accounts and transferred them off shore. Additionally, it signed you up for every Liberal and Progressive mailing list, used your credit card number to order a life-sized anatomically-correct sex doll of Helen Thomas and had it over-nighted via Fed-Ex to your house. (if it is crooning and cackling when it arrives, you will have to locate the power switch located somewhere within the rolls of fat. I am told that the manufacturer would have turned it off themselves, but they forgot which roll of fat they installed it under.)
Fuck You, DJ, you socialistic, communistic, fascistic, liberal!
and too late to clean out my accounts, I already moved them offshore……Gitmo Savings and Trust to be exact.
oh….and may I make a suggestion? howzabout a button that sez: Come Say It To My Face!!!
Ahhh! Make me unsee it!
DJ Allyn, ITW @:
DJ, you just made my whole freakin’ WEEK!!!
Rolls of fat I can handle….I was afraid of other nether things….
Glad to see you are feeling well!
DJ Allyn, ITW sez:
please talk to the doctors DJ. whatever it is your on now is warping your mind. your starting to sound like BC. next thing you know you’ll be listening to Rush Limbaugh.
)
(note; i am not a doctor, but i have watched some actor pretend to be one on tv.
Dave, ol’ buddy, how about serving those mental images with a shot of BrainBleach ™?
DJ Allyn, ITW sez:
All right, now that is an image that is more disturbing than Deep Space Nine slash.
DJ would have sent the Rosie O’Donuts Tons o’ Fun Dominatrix Doll™ w/Kung-Fu Kooter Grip®, but no shipping company could handle that size container or the weight.
B.C., Imperial Torturer™ @:
Not even a supertanker???
DJ Allyn, ITW @:
Will the dogs at the docks have to sniff that cargo?
I’d better up my meds if I plan on gettin’ any sleep tonight……
DJ Allyn, ITW @: #38…
Bravo. Well played, Sir.
Okay, fine. I’ll do it.
Fuck You, DJ, you socialistic, communistic, fascistic, liberal!
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111
Oh, kay. Glad to see you’re feeling better Deej. That proves it.