I have just confirmed to my satisfaction that a “zero” edit of a template (going to the edit page, changing nothing, and then saving) does, in fact, trash the template.
This is entirely unacceptable.
(I know, youse gets what youse pays for sometimes …)
Wow, long time no blog …
I’m not quite sure what to make of this result:
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I suppose one shouldn’t read too much into online polls, no matter how fun they are.
The Ann Arbor News ran an article Sunday on the decline in local agriculture and the businesses that support farmers.
And they say customers don’t care about access to the source code:
BARCELONA, Spain (Reuters) – British mobile phone maker Sendo said on Thursday it had abandoned its latest product using software from Microsoft and would build a new phone with rival software from Nokia.Though Sendo is one of the launching partners in Microsoft’s Smartphone program, Chief Executive Hugh Brogan told Reuters the company had given up on its Z100 Smartphone, which had been due for launch within weeks.
“There will not be products based on Microsoft. There is not going to be a Z100,” Brogan said.
He said one reason for the switch was that Sendo could get access to the source code for Nokia software and therefore customize products. It could not do that with Microsoft.
No longer beginning … I’m really hating Blogger template mangling …
Beginning … to … hate … Blogger … templates …
At least the HaloScan comments seem to work. I’ll have to try to recover template sanity later.
Roy Jacobsen points out a bit of wisdom in today’s Pibgorn comic.
Which led me to this gem from All Hallow’s Eve:
Repress the urge to sprout wings or self-ignite! … This man is an Episcopalian! … They have definate views.
(sigh) If only.
(see Spong, John Shelby, Borg, Marcus, and Williams, Abp. Rowan)
“Psst! Who are all these people coming through the blog, dad?”
“Don’t worry — they’re probably just friends of Mark.”
“Oh.”
Thanks to everyone who’s shown up to read the pro-life ad. And thanks to Mark Shea for the link.
[Scene: The reception area of some sort of medical facility. People in scrubs are bustling about, looking grim and hurried. The place is done in Institutional Drab, and the lighting makes everything look a touch like the Twilight Zone.
Center on a teenage girl, maybe 15, stylishly
grungeish/punkish and with a few strategic piercings (extra
earrings, an eyebrow ring, something). She's obviously
exasperated, as is the nurse at the desk who is speaking to her.]
Nurse: "I'm sorry, but we really can't do this kind of elective
procedure with a minor without some sort of parental consent.
Not to mention insurance, contact for familiy doctor ..."
Girl: [Now looking a bit scared and panicky] "But I need to get this
done!"
Nurse: "I'm sorry, but those are the rules."
Girl: "But the counselor told me I wouldn't need that!"
Nurse: "Counselor?" [light bulb moment] "Oh! I thought you were
here for another piercing."
Girl: [Shakes head 'no'.]
Nurse: [Lowers voice, says more sympatheticaly] "Abortion?"
Girl: [Lowers eyes, nods 'yes'.]
Nurse: [Perks up a bit, puts a bit of forced cheerfulness in voice]
"Oh, you're at the wrong desk. Abortions are down that hall
and to the left. Just sign in there, they can take care of
you without any paperwork at all, as long as you can pay cash."
Girl nods, disappears down halway as we fade to black.
To make it a bit more election-oriented, we follow on with a white-text-on-black-background-with-voiceover, and the following:
"Ridiculous?"
"Jennifer Granholm doesn't think so."
"Abortion is a serious medical procedure, with risks of severe side effects." [Insert scary medical statistics here.] "But Jennifer Granholm supports giving abortionists an exception to the standards that all other doctors and nurses must uphold.
"Leaving scared teenage girls to face the medical system and possibly severe physical side effects -- alone."
"And Jennifer Granholm calls this 'women's health care'?"
"Let's elect a governor who'll really protect the health of the young women of Michigan, by holding abortionists who practice on young girls to the same high medical standards we expect for everyone. Vote Dick Posthumus on November 5th."
(Paid for by nobody-at-all, because no one will ever actually make and air a commercial like this.)
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