In exile, Ramon Insertnamehere curses his lack of internet smarts.Some of you may have noticed the absence of any comments from me recently, with their characteristic mixture of pithy advice and abuse, on this blog,
This is because, for some reason, Blogger has declared a fatwah and won’t let me comment.
I can post OK, as you can observe, but every time I try and write a comment I either get a “done, but with errors on page” or “javascript: void (0)” message thingo.
Now, “javascript: void (0)” did initially have a rather lovely Pinteresque quality about it, but quite frankly, it’s getting tiresome.
Is there anything I can do to fix this myself, as I’d rather not involve the Department’s computer bods.
Or must I be like Napoleon* in exile on St Helena, outcast and forgotten, brooding over past wrongs and devoting my time to writing a series of self-serving memoirs.
This is not an opportunity to slag me off while I can’t reply, either.
*I mean of course Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, not the Napoleon who used to comment on TSSH.
This is because, for some reason, Blogger has declared a fatwah and won’t let me comment.
I can post OK, as you can observe, but every time I try and write a comment I either get a “done, but with errors on page” or “javascript: void (0)” message thingo.
Now, “javascript: void (0)” did initially have a rather lovely Pinteresque quality about it, but quite frankly, it’s getting tiresome.
Is there anything I can do to fix this myself, as I’d rather not involve the Department’s computer bods.
Or must I be like Napoleon* in exile on St Helena, outcast and forgotten, brooding over past wrongs and devoting my time to writing a series of self-serving memoirs.
This is not an opportunity to slag me off while I can’t reply, either.
*I mean of course Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, not the Napoleon who used to comment on TSSH.
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'Confused and isolated, despised and alone, I kiss rejection on its fevered brow'
Can't help you.
I don't even know how a can opener works.
What browser are you using? If IE, try switching to Firefox.
If you are already using Firefox, though in paineth me to say it, and may my soul forever burn in the glare of Helen Razor's overbleached ironic bob, but try using IE. Temporarily. For a while. Till FF comes good again.
Alternatively, pay me $200/hr to fly down there, spend 10 minutes fixing it for you, then charge you for 2 hours labour while I go to the pub.
Money well spent, I say.
Testing
Well, a fat lot of use, youse cunts were.
So how did you get back in?
And where do I send my invoice?
I don't know how much control you have over the box you use at work but try to update Java and Flash player,(google them),
failing that check with sys admins regarding same You need both to do your job anyway.
download and run a little application called "CCleaner" it will flush out all the dead mice on the machine and has a tool to do the same for any registry glitches
Then lower the security settings in whatever browser you use to "drop my pants in the middle of Bourke street, slap my cheeks and invite all-comers" level, (other security tools will save you), and see what happens.
too late, the random fault fixed itself apparently.
You've obviously sorted this out but I can't comment on blogger when I'm at work either. I believe it's caused by the need for the updated flash player. I'd have to send a job request through to the IT department for them to update it but that would require too much effort.
Blogger doesn't require Flash, at all.
Most likely your IT department are being cunts and blocking the blogger commenting url (ie. https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=...etc...etc),
because IT departments are cunts* like that. Something to do with wanting you to work on work time and not comment on blogs, or something like that.
* Disclaimer: By 'cunts', I mean the mean and nasty kind, not the warm and squishy ones you take to bed at night and which give humanity such joy.
Something to do with wanting you to work on work time and not comment on blogs, or something like that.
Bastards.
I don't allow my staff to browse at all at work.
Everyone except me has email-only access to the net.
Yes, I'm a bastard. But I have a hard enough time stopping people subscribing to hundreds of ridiculous religious emails. One woman was getting close to 700 emails a day and most of it was from or about religious forums.
Wari, may I sign you up to my religious nutcase website?
You have staff now, Wari?
Anyway, your methods seem a wee bit draconian. Install a good email filter to intercept that sort of crap, and tell your staff to create free Gmail/YahooMail/SlutMail accounts and have all their religious porn sent there.
This is a draconian place boogey. A lot of these people would simply waste their day away. We have reasonably good spam filters but legitimate emails people have actually subscribed to is pretty hard to filter, and a lot of it is genuine correspondence, just not business related.
And Ramon, I've had staff for a while, but this is now my business (with other shareholders of course) since May 1. Which is a pretty flash day for you red raggers isn't it?
Sorry boogey it was you who asked about my staff too.
A lot of these people would simply waste their day away.
Hmmm, got no idea what that would be like *whistles nonchalantly*
Speaking of wasting their day away, has Ramon disappeared into the Blogger ether again?
Dearest Ramon I too felt the searing pain of rejection when I wasn't allowed to simply access this blog.
Had I flirted too strongly with Perseus or maybe it was my obvious lack of respect for all things of a religious nature.
Curiously it was from spouse's work laptop whilst holidaying in Paris last week that I had the problem. Mmmmmmm
I miss Ramon.
Witchie, we haven't even started our imaginary affair yet and already you're being unfaithful!
Everybody loves Ramon?
Aww, thanks comrades.
There's more than enough of me to go around.
Homesick - you were flirting with me? I missed it. But, you know, cool! If Wari and Witchie can have a blogaffair then so can we. Just don't ask me to have cybersex because a) I don't even know what it is other than knowing you have to use the word 'panties' at some point, and b) It's sick.
Oh Witchie, you virtual tart you.
And Perseus, Yep. to a and b.
The only Napoleon I recognise is the one wot sung this:
Remember when you ran away and
I got on my knees and begged you
Not to leave because I'd go berserk?
Well,You left me anyhow and then the
Days got worse and worse and now you
See I've gone completely out of my mind.
And,
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho ho, he he, ha ha,
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
You thought it was a joke and so you
Laughed, you laughed!
When I had said that
Losing you would make me flip my lid, right?
You know you laughed, I heard you laugh,
You laughed, you laughed and laughed, and then you
Left, but now you know I'm utterly mad.
And,
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho ho, he he , ha ha,
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toesAnd they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
I cooked your food, I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind, unselfish loving deeds? Huh?
Well, you just wait--they'll find you yet
And when they do they'll put you in the
RSPCA you mangy mutt!
And,
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho ho, he he, ha ha,
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away!
The only Napoleon I recognise is the one wot sung this:
Thank you for sharing.
Homesick - you were flirting with me? I missed it.
Anyone else starting to see a pattern emerging here?
The word "panties" really creeps me out. No cyber sex for me, I guess.
Cyber sex is impossible, no one can type with one hand.
I type with one hand all the time. And no, not because of that, you perverts! I don't get a lunch break, so I have to eat at my desk while I'm working. My boss fails to understand that I need to eat or I will have no energy to work, and so often asks me to do something urgently while I'm trying to have my lunch. I can now type pretty quickly just using my right hand.
You're allowed to type one-handed at work, Puss? Wow, you do have a liberal workplace. Your employers must subscribe to the idea that a stress-free worker is a productive worker.
I don't know how my public service employers would react if I indulged in some stress relief at my desk. Maybe I'll raise the topic at our next staff meeting.
In that lovely picture of Ramon we can see that he too is preparing to type one handed.
What else to do when you're writing your memoirs in exile and you run out of ink?
Speaking of stress-relief at work, That Mitchell and Webb Look on ABC2 last night had a funny skit about home-office workers spending most of their time doing just that, and little else.
What else to do when you're writing your memoirs in exile and you run out of ink?
Boogey you'd have to use luminol to read it. eeeewwwwwwww
I can type with one paw, Miss Witchone. Methinks you just want to draw attention to your tittays.
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