Bitch on the Blog

July 15, 2013

Testing Testing

Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 08:27

Just a quickie: My apologies to those of you who tried to comment on yesterday’s “Hardened”.

And there I was, thinking no one loves me any more. If it’s any comfort to you: I find it hugely annoying when I miss what someone has got to say.

Ramana kindly drew to my attention that my comment function was defunct. I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned Ronald Reagan. Or Teflon. Next time I’ll write about the evil of hydrogenated vegetable oil (trans fat). Maybe that’ll be blocked too.

It’s annoying, particularly as I have no idea how to fix it. The settings box tells me ‘business as usual’. So now what?

Let’s test drive this beauty.




  1. Hallelujah.


    Comment by bitchontheblog — July 15, 2013 @ 08:28 | Reply

  2. At least you’re not anti-social and banning us from ‘speaking up’. Sometimes my ‘like’ button doesn’t work or my links double post. It has to be a conspiracy.

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — July 15, 2013 @ 11:03 | Reply

    • It is a conspiracy, Renee.

      Yesterday was jinxed. I left you heart felt observation on your lovely “Squirrels and why birds are important for the garden”, merrily cluttering up your comment box with lots of examples why I do NOT like squirrels – the bastards (though will make exception for red ones – they are allowed to dig up bulbs and swing from eight foot sunflowers till the sunflowers’ heads break). Waxing lyrical on your sharp shots of birds and their beaks. And what do you know? Did my comment show up? Hell. No. Better book an appointment. And in future will make a copy before pressing the send button. There is something peculiarly frustrating about putting pen to paper only to find you’ve written in invisible ink.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 15, 2013 @ 11:33 | Reply

  3. Straight away on over drive Ursula. You are a genius. Both the like button and the comment function work.

    Comment by Rummuser — July 15, 2013 @ 11:13 | Reply

    • Fingers crossed, Ramana. “Genius” doesn’t come into it. I fly by the seat of my luck.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 15, 2013 @ 11:35 | Reply

  4. Just to ensure that I was somehow incapacitated yesterday, I went back to your Hardened post to try and comment again. No luck. The gear shift is stuck. Perhaps your conclusion that mentioning Ronald Reagan and Teflon was objected to by WP is right!

    Comment by Rummuser — July 15, 2013 @ 11:15 | Reply

    • The “gear shift” to that particular post is stuck. Ever which way. Maybe I should re-post and see what happens. But that feels like taking myself a bit too seriously considering that some people receive my posts by email. Last thing I want to do is contribute to a traffic jam.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 15, 2013 @ 11:37 | Reply

  5. I just want to say that I use my teflon pans. (I have a very hard time of getting rid of my stuff.) I KNOW better — but with the don’t eat beef, pork, chicken, farm raised fish (Oh & the ocean fish have mercury), un-organtic milk, any GMO veggies which could be any, maybe all, don’t drink unfiltered water. I could go on & on about what we hear is bad, but my computer ding just told me that your new post (Tale from the unsus…) has arrived. This one is obsolete. Actually my comment is from the post before this one.

    Point to my comment is that I’m trying to obey all the other warnings & I let the teflon slide.

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — July 15, 2013 @ 14:29 | Reply

    • I know, Cynthia. By rights I should be dead. Not necessarily on account of drinking tap water. Take heart: There is justice in this world – having spent a trillion dollars on bottled water in a previous life (Evian and Perrier if you must know), I am now perfectly happy to drink water straight from the recycling of our sewer system. Fact is the body is a resilient miracle. Quite extraordinarily so. What I do fear, and it’s becoming a little stupid, is impact. As in: A ton, or several, of metal (make that cars and lorries) hurtling towards me in a moment of absentmindedness (theirs, not mine). Crossing some of our roads is beginning to freak me out. But then, as I said the other day, I must have been a rabbit in a previous life. As long I don’t forget to hop along (at speed) I’ll be fine.

      Thanks for interrupting task in hand. I could do with more friends like you. And it’s hot. Inside. Despite being so close to the coast the breeze I am trying to will through all the open windows doesn’t make much of an impact.

      Hope your sprain’s swelling and pain is going down.

      Omelette pan greetings,

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 15, 2013 @ 14:49 | Reply

  6. You passed with flying colors!

    Comment by Chuck McConvey — July 15, 2013 @ 15:28 | Reply

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