God, I hate Moveable Type.

Last night I tried to fix some issues people had with the comments. In doing so, I got some sort of "can't parse" issue over a "Categories" command. So I had to re-load the defeault templates, and wouldn't you know it, Moveable Type's default templates don't work either.

Eventually I figured out the problem was that I had to delete the entire section about "Categories," and then things seemed to work. But I don't understand how the "default templates" -- supposedly the basic templates, tried, tested, and true, have big bugs in them that require deleting big chunks of code just to get them to work properly.

So, having re-installed the basic templates, now my comments are back to not working at all. I'll have a go at it, and see what else I can totally fuck up.

I wanted to re-install my blogroll, but I was up late just trying to fix the site so I could actually post, and at some point I gave up. But I'll fix that at some point.

Again.

I can't take Moveable Type. For a program that touts its amazing functionality, you'd think that it would, you know, occasionally function.

Isn't That Just Swell Update: Well, now the only way to get the site to work at all is to delete the commenting feature completely. I know it's a popular feature, and it totally sucks that it won't work.

There is nothing at this point I can do. I give up.

I have contacted someone called WebDiva to try to fix this stupid frustrating piece of shit template and program. I am actually going to pay her some crazy blog-money. Some of your generously donated crazy blog-money, actually.

I just can't take it any more. I hate Moveable Type so much you can't even comprehend it.

Okay... Comments Are "Working" Again, Except You Can't Write in Your Name... Again: I'll continue to play.

Posted by: Ace at 09:59 AM | Comments (7)
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He'll "explore" the "possibility" of an "affair" between two fictitious characters called "Margaret Thatcher" and "Ronald Reagan."

Filming is set to begin in 2005, for a November 2006 release. The film is slated to be out of theaters within two weeks.

Thanks to NickS.

Posted by: Ace at 09:43 AM | Comments (8)
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Wizbang's voting temporarily shut down due to the Daily Kos' psychopathic minions stuffing the ballot boxes.

They love democracy and the rule of law... in theory.

Meanwhile: Jesse Jackson has shown up in Wizbang's living room with thirty camera-men and mediatwits in tow, declaring that stripping fraudulent votes from the Daily Kos is "Salma all over again!"

But while Jackson attempts to shake Wizbang down for donations to MOVE, bear in mind there are still important elections being held (slightly) down-ballot.

Posted by: Ace at 09:30 PM | Comments (4)
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"Crimson Room."

See, you're stuck in a room, and it's crimson. And there are keys and CD players and drawers that won't open.

Don't ask me what the point is. I have no idea. I'm still trying to figure out what the heck I'm supposed to do with an empty CD case.

Update: I'm totally stuck in this stupid room, but for reasons I can't quite explain, I get completely excited when I discover "a small metal stick" hidden on the bed or something.

What does the stick do? Well, it seems to fit into the "strange red box." Does it open the box? Not at all. But it's all very exciting.

If You Can't Take It Any More: A walk-thru is here.

I just want to know what's in the "box of mistery [sic]."

Busted! The game seems broken near the very end. At some point you need to get a code to open a safe, but the code doesn't seem to work.

According to the walk-thru, you're just one or two steps away from escape at that point, so, if you want, you can play until that point and then declare victory.

Kinda like Vietnam.

Posted by: Ace at 07:58 PM | Comments (12)
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I've got to cite no less an authority than Dean Vernon Wormer for this one:
"Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son."

Apparently intent on wrestling away the nickname "The Stupid Party" from the GOP (which has, to its credit, richly earned the monicker), Moore descends into a maelstrom of insanity where not even Great Cthulhu dares to tread:

Fahrenheit 9/11" director Michael Moore on Monday rejected the idea that Hollywood had hurt John Kerry (news - web sites)'s chances of winning the White House, insisting that he and other entertainers helped spare Democrats an even bigger defeat.

"For the last month, we've had to listen to a lot of conservative pundits talk about how Democrats need to run away from Hollywood," Moore said. "It's actually the opposite. Democrats need to embrace Hollywood because this is where they need to come to learn how to tell a story."

They never lose elections because the public disapproves of their ideas-- both the announced ones and the ones they try to keep secret. It's always an uncharismatic candidate, the media refusing to allow them to "get their message out," or -- now -- "failing to tell a story."

Here's a story, Mike: 60,000,000 Americans saw through your barely-disguised contempt for them, and your barely-restrained hatred of this nation and everything it stands for.

How's that for a tag-line? Think that'll pack 'em in in Peoria?

"What 'Fahrenheit 9/11' and Bruce Springsteen (news) and MoveOn and all the other people that were working during this election, what we did was we prevented a Bush landslide," Moore said. "We're all going to continue to do this in the near future. No one's giving up."

The Black Knight always triumphs!

Or so I've heard.

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"And I think we need to turn to Hollywood, because who wouldn't vote for Tom Hanks or Paul Newman or Robert Redford or Oprah?"

I don't know for certain, but I'm guessing that all three are pretty-far-left-liberals of a Naderite/Haydenite stripe.

This is Moore's problem. I mean, this is one of Moore's problems, apart from the unspeakable vanity and morbid obesity. He watches The West Wing; he believes The West Wing. He honestly believes that what America craves is a blast of 60's progressivism/neo-socialism -- with both barrels, loaded with buckshot -- and that honestly, the only thing keeping America from voting so is the lack of a candidate with a movie-star smile.

I don't believe America is a very conservative country. I think it's actually liberalish in many ways, and that the current conservative-center majority is held together, as many coalitions are, by duct-tape and silly-string.

But Michael Moore hated Bill Clinton's politics. That's not the sort of Democratic standard-bearer he imagines to lead the America he dreams of.

That America never existed, Mike, except for a few months in 1969 in the pot-clouded back offices of Mother Jones magazine.

Put. The Cofee. Down! Coffee is for closers.

Posted by: Ace at 07:32 PM | Comments (16)
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A mural contains a tree which sprouts 25, err, phalluses, with the typical bulbous accoutrements attached.

A fourteeenth century fertility symbol?

Or one of the world's earliest political advertisements?

Heavens! How poor David Broder will gasp and quake when he hears that five hundred years ago people were using dirty dick-tree murals to attack each other.

H/t to CalGal, posting at The Perfect World.

Posted by: Ace at 06:05 PM | Comments (2)
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See, what we conservatives keep missing in the Constitution is a special double-secret penumbraic emanation which reads (in invisible ink): Whatever the liberals want, they get, and that's to be the Guiding Spirit of this document for as long as it governs and/or is selective ignored.

Posted by: Ace at 02:59 PM | Comments (5)
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At least the political ones are. I smell tomorrow's top ten.

Thanks to Alarming News (not Spot On anymore), who also links to a list of Hollywood's Top Ten Cheesiest Lines of All Time.

Posted by: Ace at 02:49 PM | Comments (1)
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Time to MoveOn.

But of course they won't. Democrats plan an "investigation" of "irregularities" in voting. Not stuff like non-citizens voting-- that sort of thing they don't sweat. They're very interested in finding out why there were long lines in some precincts, and if that might have "chilled" some people's right to vote.

As promised: beyond the jump, full-body shot of Kim Richards in her Tuff Turf wardrobe. It's in black-and-white, sadly, but I think that just adds to the allure.

All classy-like, like when Bob Guccione shoots a girl in nothing but roller-skates and a smile but uses a gelled lens to demonstrate that the portrait is "artistic."
more...

Posted by: Ace at 02:29 PM | Comments (12)
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Well, probably a bit more than that, since I didn't throw up the site meter until the third month of this dumb blog's existance.

At the moment, I'm at 993,000+ since mid-March, which means I guess I'll be passing the 1,000,000 mark sometime tomorrow.

Not a big deal, really; Daily Kos gets 200-400,000 individual hits per day. Still, there's something nice about that million number.

I guess I'll be checking my Site Meter more closely tomorrow to see when the golden moment comes.

How will I celebrate? How else?

Kim Richards cheesecake.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around through this blog's (admittedly too numerous) low points.

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