Tuesday, February 20, 2007

A Peeved Pig

I'm a little peeved at Blogger this morning. A few weeks ago I changed my web address to ponderingpig.com (or www.ponderingpig.com works too). Bought space on my own server and now I'm all set up. A free and independent blogger.

The same day I upgraded the Pigsty to New Blogger, which many of you guys already use. It's advertised as having all kind of drag and drop options so you can mess around with your blog's layout without needing to know HTML and CSS. I thought, hey, I can freshen up the look around here. Put up pictures and paint the living room so to speak.

I also liked the new labels. I wanted to replace my current sidebar topic list with a list of these labels.

I spent much of yesterday trying to do that. Finally a guy named Peter Chen at Blogger Tips and Tricks informed me none of those tricks are available to people using FTP and their own servers - like me. We have to do things the old way. I have to learn HTML, and instead of pondering the truth of the universe I have to read CSS for Dummies.

What peeves me is there is not one word of this restriction anywhere on Blogger Help. Not one syllable. I combed it yesterday. If it hadn't been for Peter Chen I would still be combing.

Now if I can just get Blog Search to actually search the Pigsty I will at least be back to where I was a month ago. Botheration!

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Blogger Leonard Sadorf said...

This is the only Ritz Brother's story I've been able to find...

Early in 1944, with World War Two still raging, Hollywood studios like MGM and Warner Brothers and Paramount and Columbia continued to thrive and flourish, churning out hundreds of films every year, many of them part of the war effort. Three of the biggest film stars at the time were the zany Ritz Brothers. The boys were appearing in those days at a club called the Moulin Rouge on Sunset Boulevard where, one night, just before going on stage for the second of three shows, Harry Ritz was handed a note by a man dressed in a loincloth. Ritz read the note, then sought out his brothers and showed it to them.
"Who is it from?" asked Al.
"What does this mean, 'Pancakes at the luncheonette'?" Jimmy wondered.
"Beats me," Harry exclaimed. "And the guy who delivered it -- he was dressed like an Indian. Musta been on his way to a masquerade ball!" He then struck an obviously mocking pose as his brothers made "nuk nuk" sounds and acted foolish, not unlike their stage personae.

2/20/2007 12:51 PM  
Blogger Christopher Newton said...

???? I don't get it.

2/21/2007 12:40 PM  
Blogger Leonard Sadorf said...

Me neither. It was just the only Ritz brothers story I could find. Maybe an obscure zen reference, pancakes and all.

2/22/2007 7:26 AM  

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