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The New Yorker: Shouts and Murmurs

According to our quarterly tradition, Kimberly and I are just going to post each other’s links today!

Housekeeping

Let it never be said that you have to tell me something four times!

This week, no fewer than three readers have mentioned the little scripty thingy over there——> that tells you how many times you’ve visited this blog. It seems they were a little self-conscious about how many times they’ve been here, and either felt like they should be paying more attention to thier jobs (utter nonsense) or that they were stalking me (don’t I wish).

For the record: you are the only one who can see how many times you’ve visited. I can’t see it, or if there is a way for me to find it out, I am too lazy and unskilled to figure out how to do it. Anyone who comes sees their own stats, and only their own.

Just to put you at ease, as of this moment, I myself have been to my own blog… holy shit, I can’t believe I am about to admit to this… 1,225 times. *cringes*

Well, *cough* there was a LOT of tinkering with the design, and setup, and… oh, fuck. I’m a total loser, OK? Gah.

So, I have two questions for you:

1. Is the visit count script more annoying than amusing or helpful?
2. While we’re at it, would readers prefer to open links in a new window? Or have a checkbox on this page that gives you the option? It will check for a cookie and then either open in a new window or not, according to your preference.

We are nothing if not customer service-oriented here at The Mommy Blog! Don’t forget to pick up a t-shirt on the way out!

P.S. I just bought my poor husband the shirt that says, “Please don’t blog this” on the front, and “I’m beggin’ you” on the back. After I made the tshirt, I liked the idea so much, I made a thong with the same design! *snicker*

Passwords

GAH! Is there one person in your house that is usually in charge of setting joint passwords? It used to be me; that is, until I handed all the bill paying chores over to Gil last month. I had been doing it for the last ten years, and this year I went *TILT* (in case that wasn’t evident, Constant Reader) and dumped it in his lap.

So, the first thing he did, understandably, was fumble the password and lock himself out of our account. So, he set a new one, which I cannot remember to save my life. The ones I chose were intuitive, I thought, based on shared jokes, or a word from the billboard in the middle of the desert on which he proposed to me (true story).

Now, our new banking password is the name of a beer. Plus a number. Not a number that means anything, like “5” for the five members of our family, or “3” for our three children, or even “2” for number of irritating adults who live in our house, but a different number. Put it all together and what you get is me asking him seventeen times what the new password is, even though I don’t have to pay the bills. It just makes me mad not to be able to get in.

Control issues? Maybe.

FollowMe

Huh. No matter how I answer, I get this. Well, fall in!


which groupmember are you?

via Gina

UPDATE: If I change my answer about my “source of power” from personality to brains, I get “Brains” too!

I just had a debate with someone about the relative merits of choosing one over the other (obvuiously, someone who came out as “Brains.”). I say that with brains and no personality, you can defeat your own purposes and you won’t get anyone to listen or follow. The other person says that with enough brains, you can mold your personality to your advantage. I’m not sure I agree. I still think you can persuade better with personality when dealing with Joe Public, but of course it works best if you have a fair stock of brains to power your arguments.

Then I wondered about the reverse: what about those with extraordinary personality and no brains? The world is chock-a-block as it is, and these accomplish an astonishing amount of both good and bad in this world.

Hmmmm… where does W fall? *ponders*

“Theirheadsarefullofcotton,hay,andrags!”

Jim at Genuine Blog posted yesterday about something that first made me want to reach through the screen and give him a wedgie, but then I read a little further and realized he was getting at something more important. (Pattern? ...nah.)

I left this as a comment, but I thought it was worth saying here too. Plus I couldn’t resist linking to the lyrics to Hymn to Him and getting a few more women all riled up first thing in the morning. *grins*

P.S. Pssst! Jim, turn on trackbacks!

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