The log of the early days of getting the site up and running with working comments has been archived on its own page.
I finally gave up on trying to mess with iBlog as an interim solution. Every time I tried to post, right after the upload completed, iBlog crashed. I'm talking about RC3 of iBlog 2.0.

My iBlog 1.4.6 blog, Uncommon Sense, was on hold while I played over at Today, but when I tried to update yesterday, it crashed as well and required that all application data be rebuilt, essentially assigning more than one thousand posts the same date, 6/10/09, although many of the posts date prior to 9/11/2001, the day that changed absolutely nothing. I suspect that site will sit and compost slowly until I get this one running on its own.
UPDATE: The link in the previous paragraph now points to the latest incarnation of my response to the common horse shit that is embraced as sense by the NOMF. I've also added a widget that links to various legacy collections that are being updated there. There is also a new section of Pataphysilosophy that heaps huge piles of steaming feces on the so-called social and behavioral sciences. Separate sites are under development to ensure I can provide universal coverage that will leave no marginally sentient being unoffended.
I have several options going forward: MacJournal, Ecto, Bloggo, but for now I'm working with Sandvox because it's simple to use and the Pro version gives me the functionality I need with minimal frustration.
Here's an interesting little graphic I grabbed about a week ago from faustrollwritesthewrongs before I got locked out. I guess my insignificant penis was just being interjected into the browsers of too many offended readers.
The day I blurred the flying penis and posted another piece about David Carradine and other famous auto-erotic asphyxiation aficionados, I saw a traffic spike that made me tumescent with pride as I dared to dream that the boss man and the massa would restore my dollar a day.I was crushed. I considered exercising my second amendment rights in the food court at a nearby mall, but I realized that adding to the body count would never bring back the joy and giddiness I felt in February, when I finally achieved my life's goal of being one with Anton Levie.










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