I followed the bread crumbs over at Rarity's and installed a recent comments blogger hack. It's much better than blogger's option, but it's still a bit twitchy since it's not displaying in chronological order. At least, not on my version of Safari.
Please note that it's only able to show recent comments from the posts on the main page.
I'll leave it up for a while so you can see if you like it. Let me know if you find it useful.
tags: blogger hacks, recent comments
13 January 2006
Cell spam
I turned on my cell and had two text messages waiting:
"Hey"
"That was my sis"
I looked at the phone number of origin and decided it wasn't familiar. My phone started vibrating again. I clicked the bar to answer, but it was another text message from the same number.
"I want u bad"
Am I supposed to swoon now? I have a prepaid phone deal at the moment, so I'm really not sure how text messages factor into that, and porn text messages are the last thing I need.
I typed the number into google, but nothing came up. What the hell, I figured. I punched it in and called it.
A kid answered the phone, and I realized I wasn't sure what to say.
"Hi. Did someone just text message from this number?"
"What?" the boy asked. 12 was the age that came to mind, but he might've been as old as 15 from the sound of his voice. He was distracted and not getting the point.
With greater enunciation and volume, I tried again, "I just got some text messages sent from this number."
"Oh."
There was recognition in his "oh." Maybe this kid is my culprit.
"The person has the wrong number," I continued.
"Ok."
Damn straight. So far so good.
This is the worst phone number I've ever had. It started with automated messages from a school system to which I had no connection. When I finally got through to an actual person, I had to convince her that I really should be taken off their database. Then came the wrong numbers. Calls of interest from businesses, people confirming or changing plans, typically something that makes me feel badly if I ignore it. Bah.
tags: cell phones, text messages, wrong number
"Hey"
"That was my sis"
I looked at the phone number of origin and decided it wasn't familiar. My phone started vibrating again. I clicked the bar to answer, but it was another text message from the same number.
"I want u bad"
Am I supposed to swoon now? I have a prepaid phone deal at the moment, so I'm really not sure how text messages factor into that, and porn text messages are the last thing I need.
I typed the number into google, but nothing came up. What the hell, I figured. I punched it in and called it.
A kid answered the phone, and I realized I wasn't sure what to say.
"Hi. Did someone just text message from this number?"
"What?" the boy asked. 12 was the age that came to mind, but he might've been as old as 15 from the sound of his voice. He was distracted and not getting the point.
With greater enunciation and volume, I tried again, "I just got some text messages sent from this number."
"Oh."
There was recognition in his "oh." Maybe this kid is my culprit.
"The person has the wrong number," I continued.
"Ok."
Damn straight. So far so good.
This is the worst phone number I've ever had. It started with automated messages from a school system to which I had no connection. When I finally got through to an actual person, I had to convince her that I really should be taken off their database. Then came the wrong numbers. Calls of interest from businesses, people confirming or changing plans, typically something that makes me feel badly if I ignore it. Bah.
tags: cell phones, text messages, wrong number
Under the wire
I just discovered that this is De-Lurking Week. I'm thinking of it internationally, so that's no excuse. Please leave a note if you've been lurking, or if you're new. Regulars and previous commenters are, of course, welcome to participate.
12 January 2006
Fuzzy puppy
Tyrone may in fact be my favorite xmas present. My puppy is brown with a black nose and is actually a very comfortable mouse wrist rest.
If the internet is being wonky, I can just rub a fuzzy ear while I wait. Good times.
If the internet is being wonky, I can just rub a fuzzy ear while I wait. Good times.
Get out!
Seriously, it's almost 50 degrees out, and the sun is bright. Don't get sucked into reading blogs. Go Outside!
NOW!
Ok, ok, I'm going.
NOW!
Ok, ok, I'm going.
11 January 2006
twinge
If I knew better, I'd take myself off Apple's mailing lists. There's always this twinge of regret when I see how much cooler my computer could have been for the same price or less if I'd just waited 3 months, 6 months, a bit over a year.
Ok, I'm feeling better now. There's no way I could've lasted over a year without my computer. No doubt, in three to six months they'll offer a faster, fancier version. Bah. At least now it's probably a good idea to wait and see how the new Intel powered Macs hold up before feeling too envious.
Ok, I'm feeling better now. There's no way I could've lasted over a year without my computer. No doubt, in three to six months they'll offer a faster, fancier version. Bah. At least now it's probably a good idea to wait and see how the new Intel powered Macs hold up before feeling too envious.
10 January 2006
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