Own up; who’s made it impossible for me to leave comments? I’ve logged out and logged back in again but nothing works!
There are blogs that I want to comment on, which I don’t want to click “like” on because the content isn’t happy-happy-joy-joy and liking a post without being able to tell a blogger why might cause offense.
Yes, I probably worry too much and take things far too seriously and literally. That’s what us Vulcans Autistics do, I’m afraid. Sometimes I wonder if it’s the NT world that takes me too literally though. Or perhaps I really do cause offense without that intent – it isn’t always fun being Spock’s grand-daughter, you know. Although sometimes it’s cool, because many of us are different in extraordinarily wonderful ways.
As an aside, I’ve clubbed my anxiety issues over the head with a large rubber mallet and am going to be visiting my local WI later this month to see if I want to join. Apparently they are decorating hats for Ascot this time; I haven’t decorated a hat since I was six years old and so this ought to be fun. It also means that D can’t tell me off for buying a hat. Result!
Will they want North Springfield’s Pickling Pagan on their team though? I hope so, as a lot of my hobbies are going to waste at home. I could be making delicious relishes, jams, pickles and sauces for the community – at no cost to me (as far as I know, the WI would pay for ingredients and jam jars). I could be teaching a whole new generation of cross-stitchers – needlecrafts are suddenly in fashion again and I’d bet my last pound coin that there are people around here who would love to take up a needlecraft skill if they only knew how to start.
Or I could just sell the red cabbages that I won’t have a chance to use; I think we planted a few too many here.
Sorry if I’m rambling. I had a bit of a meltdown at some door-to-door salespeople last night because salespeople are worse than religious callers (who will at least go away if you ask them nicely instead of sticking their elbow in the door frame and calling you a liar). Then I suffered Status Epilepticus later in the night. I really must get that looked in to, as it’s been happening far too much lately.
I shall be back later, if I find that I can comment again. Otherwise today I shall mostly be a Games Geek.
It was me, sorry!
I kicked it really hard, the screen went a bit wobbly and then the back wheels fell off. I am taking it into the cyber garage to get it fixed so it should be working again soon.
~The Dippylomat esq.
Thank you for owning up! I can reply in this pop-up box thingy, but not directly on any pages!
I wonder if it’s the theme I use that’s gone toes-up?
Who knows, in years to come the expression ‘god moves in mysterious ways’ will probably morph into ‘WordPress moves in mysterious ways’.
I do hope all is well, my dear.
All is well if I can only have a head transplant
Actually, things are pretty good. How are you?
For the record, it is also telling me that I do not follow this blog, and I can assure you that I do!
I wondered why your initial comment came through as “moderated”! Maybe try logging out and back in again? That’s worked for me in the past when the same has happened to me
All good Swede-side! Never underestimate transplant surgery, believe it or not, I am a double organ transplant recipient! I am fairly sure thry’ll be ‘doing’ heads soon
Wow, I didn’t know this about you! All of me is 100% me for now, but I think it’s wonderful that lives can be saved by transplants.
If they do heads in time I would like a set of interchangeable ones to suit my mood and confuse the neighbours
Most of me is me, but I have borrowed (with no intention of ever returning) a kidney and a pancreas!
~The Dippylomat esq.
I’d definitely keep hold of those for as long as you can!
Random question: is that you who’s added me on Twitter?
Umm, no, I don’t have a Twitter account!
~The Dippylomat esq.
Ah. The reason I asked was that a Swedish person added me on Twitter and mentioned the Discworld Convention and I wondered who it was. I’ve found out now
They will love you and welcome you with open arms
xxxxx
Heheh, you’re too kind xxxx
Oh Miussus, the salesman probably deserved every melt of that down. He/she should go if you say to go. I really, really feel sorry for the elderly folk who invite them in, just for way of company, and can’t get rid of them without buying. I’ve heard of that. THOSE people are truly snakes.
I had this REALLY weird situation about a week ago that my gravatar wouldn’t show with comments AND I had to sign in to REPLY TO SOMEONE’S COMMET ON MY PAGE, each and every reply, I had to sign in AND THEN I GOT A NOTIFICATION that “Noeleen just commented on my page”!!! I wrote to the support team – it is worth it.
You sound very well, & I’m so glad to hear