PEBKAC issues -- MIKE!!! WHERE R U???
Hmmmm I have just spent a lovely half-hour inside Vleeptron's Ministry of Settings & Templates, and I am sure I have totally skrood Everything up, but I clicked on Every Possible Thingie and on the HELP icons and TRIED to understand what they said, and it all made Less Than Zero sense to moi.
BUT ... Vleeptron had had complaints about certain Default Restrictions on Who Could Post COMMENTS. Under Old Vleeptron Rules, apparently to post a Comment, first you had to suck blogspot.com's linguica and create your own (dummy) blog.
We believe we have put a stop to that now. ANYONE -- even Bulgarians at Cafe Internet Sofia -- can post a Comment now.
Also, I don't know when and under what circumstances it will appear, but I HAVE A PHOTO REPRESENTING MOI NOW!!! You'll know it when you see it. IF YOU SEE IT, PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND SAY: Wheeeeeeeeeee! I saw ur foto! (or something like that.)
Also now when I am away visiting Ulan Bator or using a VIN computer in the Tri-Sky-Spires Tri-Sky-Spires Tri-Sky-Spires Tri-Sky-Spires Tri-Sky-Spires near the Akira Kurosawa Zeta Beam Drome, I can post to Vleeptron via e-mail.
Please notice the New Format of Post Titles and Archive Dates on the left of the screen. Does it's suck? Or is it better than the old setting? Please let me know if Anything Is Better Now, or if Anything Is Worse Now.
Then I clicked on something ... well, okay, if any of you should get a FedEx with very clean underpants from Disney World, please let me know. Or keep the underpants. I didn't understand this Setting Feature very well.
Vleeptron's Time Zone Format now places Vleeptron in Iqaluit. I can't wait finally to go to Iqaluit, borrow one of their computers, and post to Vleeptron from Iqaluit!!!! My nephew Mush Boy has already been to Iqaluit before me. The dick was just changing planes in the Iqaluit airport while he was on a sled-dog buying trip. He didn't even mean to go to Iqaluit, he was just sitting around in the airport scratching his ass waiting for the next plane. For all I know, he didn't even go outside and stroll around, he just sat there and read an old issue of MacLean's. I wish him a very small boil on his tuchas that does him no harm, just makes sitting down difficult for a couple of days, and makes his wife say, "Yuuuuuuuuuuuck!" and then the boil goes away all by itself.
posted by Vleeptron Dude | 12:48
11 Comments:
Weeeeee I saw your photo, did not like the job the dentist did, though
oh the dentist did a wonderful job on me, SWMBO says I look 15 years younger! Dr. Strange started with old photos of me to give me my Youthoid Face!
but this is my Avatar, I am a Comet passing Earth in 1066. I portend Important Things.
So what was this PEBKAC thing that you were talking about?
well, for a completely incompetent tekno-idiot, I think I'm doing reasonably well overcoming my Terror of blogspot's Settings & Template stuff. Still no luck with the crappy free HELLO image software which only posts raw sausages to my blog, but hope springs eternal in the human xrqq. (I managed to successfully post 1 female aluminum breast the other night.)
Mainly I just screamed your name to demand that you come back to Vleeptron.
I'm sorry you're bummed about your blog. If you would do what I do, and promise everybody THOUSANDS OF TEEN VIRGINS HAVING KINKY SEX!!! and LEWD VULGAR SUGGESTIVE TEENAGE CHEERLEADERS!!! and HOT NEW FOTOS OF J-LO TAKING A SHOWER, you could increase your readership. The Blog-o-Meter says that 3.71 x 10^6 people are clicking on Vleeptron every day now.
Also tell Amy to come back to Vleeptron. This month Vleeptron is having its big annual Parliament Funkadelic Music Festival, and Prince is the big special attraction.
Yesterday a neighbor asked me why, if we can send men to the Moon, we can't cure diabetes. I gave him Amy's e-mail addie.
I'm here! And I have news on the diabetes front...
There is a certain anti-cancer drug (actually a family of drugs, our lab does tests on a couple of the derivatives of the original compound) that ... um ... has the side effect of CAUSING diabetes.
I'm sure that's not what you intended in enlisting efforts to cure diabetes. And we basically just use one of the diabetes drugs to lower blood sugar, unsure whether it effects the anti-cancer properties of the drug to have glucaphage running around in the mousies system.
But, I will tell ya this. Since we know what the molecular target of these drugs are, it can therefore be deduced that dysfunctions in that particular protein are responsible (at least in some part) for causing diabetes. After all, figuring out what is wrong gets us all that much closer to a cure eh? :)
Amy! (Bob does little stupid Vleeptron dance of joy.)
Ummm ... thanks for discovering a drug that gives mice diabetes. Try to keep it locked up and out of the hands of teenage boys. Those idiots will shoot up anything for thrillz.
After a couple of decades of grappling with this Stoopid Disease, I have decided that what I hate most about it is that it totally lacks a Sympathy & Respect Factor. Other diseases always get sad minor-key cello music on their PBS documentaries. Diabetics don't ever get a PBS documentary, and when the name of our disease is mentioned at all, it's accompanied by circus clown music.
The Great Unwashed believes diabetes is caused by people with no will power or personal responsibility eating banana splits all day.
The really pathetic thing ... and for a few years when I was a Guinea Pig at Massachusetts General Hospital, I hung with world-class endocrinologists ... is that everybody KNOWS I'm a member of the Very Last Generation of symptomatic diabetics. Nobody's quite sure of or clear about exactly HOW diabetes will be cured or managed so that it doesn't damage health or threaten life. But EVERYBODY is betting their life savings that 15 or 20 years from now, diabetes will join the Museum of Forgotten Diseases -- like polio. Once upon a time, polio was the terror and dread of parents and kids everywhere. Now there are full-grown adults who ask, "Polio? What's that?"
Okay okay I didn't give your e-mail addie to my curious neighbor. But I did loan him my copy of Watson's "Molecular Biology of the Gene." He thinks the human body is about as complicated as his 4-stroke lawn mower. I wanted to show him a book that contains everything thousands of biomedical researchers have learned through excrutiatingly hard labor in the half-century since Watson, Crick, Wilkins and Rosalind Franklin worked out the structure of DNA.
He won't be able to understand any of it, and neither can I. Except that on EVERY PAGE (and the thing is the size of the Manhattan phone book) you can read, either explicitly or between the lines: "We don't know why this is." "We don't understand this mechanism." "Earlier theories of this process have proven to be erroneous." "We don't know." "We don't know." "We don't know."
So we're machines. But we're not lawn mowers.
Oh, btw, hold the cello music. For an insulin-dependent junior geezer diabetic, I'm in pretty good shape. Eyeballs nearly perfect (that's the first thing to crap out), and I'm that Bell Curve freakazoid anamoly: A skinny diabetic. Except for the banana split sticking out of my mouth, you'd never guess I had the Sugar Blues (or Old Joe, as the black blues singers whose first names are always "Blind" call it).
Hey ... while I got you on the line ...
1. What's the damn official name of Verdi's medical specialty? I've forgotten it again, and I am just too ashamed to ask him for the ninth time. I think he's the only one of these in the whole world.
2. Lure him into the alley behind the Albuquerque Wendy's at 21:13 local time next Saturday. The Zeta Beam's going to hit there, and I'd love to have him visit Vleeptron.
Whoops, gotta go, Friendly's is having 2-for-1 banana split day! Do I want the hot fudge or the butterscotch?
I'm not bummed about my blog, I'm just re-assessing my time usage. I can type for 15-20 minutes to make a blog entry, but really, why? It never gets read by anybody but Amy and myself, and she's heard all my rants first person anyway, so I'm sure it's not all that interesting for her.
So, isn't there something that I can better spend my time on?
So, instead of typing out meaningless blog entries, I'm teaching myself MySQL DB Optimization, and I'm playing around with FC2. Other things that are actually accomplishing something. Next thing, I think I'm going to take spelling lessons or something so I don't sound like an illiterate moron.
Okay NOW I have PEBKAC issues.
What's MySQL DB Optimization? A database thingie? Pls give examples of what it's used for.
What's FC2?
Think more about the blog. Writing a blog entry every day, and NOT USING A SPELLCHECKER, but using a (physical, tangible) dictionary, will bring you up to speed on spelling, grammar and punctuation.
Or think about being a "stringer" for a local newspaper -- talking the paper into letting you write stories (like your local town government, school board, etc.). They pay you (not much), and the editor abuses and humiliates you and lowers your self-esteem over every mistake you submit. Beats the pooh out of paying a college to learn English or writing.
Wow, crazy train of thought running through the comment section :)
Verdi is a "perinatologist"...aka a maternal-fetal specialist. Which means he's qualified to make more than all of us combined? (Having no idea what ya'll make, but speakin for myself, it's a matter of cosmic fact that grad students don't make much in the way of money.)
And I'll see what I can do about gettin his arse to NM. Figure it shouldn't take him long to get from Phoenix to Albuquerque in the Porche. Teehee.
Wish we had a Friendly's here. Haven't seen one of dem places since I lived in Ohio. Do they have 2-for-1 other sundaes? Mike doesn't like bananas, and I can't eat 2 by myself.
What it's for? MySQL is, as you correctly stated earlier, a Database. Optimization is just a way to organize a database so that it runs as quickly as it can. What's that for? It's for making your stuff not suck.
FC2 is Fedora Core 2. It's a particular Linux distro. I've never played much with any of the Fedoras, but 2 is the most interesting to me at the moment. 3 and 4 are out, but I'm not ready to use those yet.
I'm not sure why you're pushing me to write anything anywhere. I'm not much of a writer, and even when I did update the blog, it wasn't worth reading anyway. The blog is bad enough, but quite frankly, you have to have at least SOME skill in the written arts to write anything (even personal ads) for a newspaper. That skill was monopolized by my younger sibling. Perhaps I should pass your advice on to him, and see if he has any success with it?
I don't plan on paying a college to do anything around me in the near future. Colleges kind of remind me of the Matrix. It's a place where students go to get the money (not the energy) sucked out of them so that some Math Teacher can try to find the 16 billionth digit of Pi. Quite frankly, I think that they've lost sight of what the original goal was, and I doubt we're going to see a revival any time soon. Since that's the case, I'll stick to spending my money on Amy.
OK, I caved and made a post to my blog. Go ahead, read and comment if you will. I dare you.
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