Holy frijoles, Nacho! You all had plenty to say on the subject of vinyl lettering. I'm continually amazed at the little things that bring us together.
Even Ken Craig over at Part Time Authors wrote about it -- all without having first read my post. I know he received this revelation entirely on his own, for two reasons:
- Ken doesn't read my blog very often, which is something I resent. A lot.
- He was getting back at me for spontaneously using one of his vinyl lettering quotes in my introduction to his presentation at the Story at Home conference. I said, "All Because Two People Had to Get Married," in response to his claim that while his oldest child is 14, he and his wife have been married just ten years. Ha! He was totally joshing of course. His mother-in-law was sitting on the front row, and she chuckled instead of lobbing a grenade down his V-neck, so I know it was all in good fun.
Honestly? I was surprised at how snarky so many of you are. And I've never felt closer to you than I did with that post. Sniff.
I did love the quotes Stephanie sent me. She went clear back to ancient Greece to dig up some awesome stuff about grown kids moving in with you that I found most amusing. Not that I have any problem with grown kids moving in with me (seriously, son, it's fine) but still, if it becomes an issue I'll know just what to slap on my wall, right over the door to the guest room.
So thanks, to one and all!
Now, on to a serious matter, one that I've wanted to discuss for a long time.
We're friends, right? We can talk about ... delicate ... subjects, can't we? Just so long as it's not sex. Or the Twilight movies. Or anything to do with the Las Vegas housing market. Especially not that one.
No, I want to ask a favor.
For the love of Mr. Magoo will you puh-LEEZE turn off the word verifications on your blogs?
I know you don't want robots commenting on your posts. I get that. Off hand, I can't think of anything I would want a robot to do, except my laundry and the dishes and the vacuuming and maybe the raising of some -- but certainly not all -- of my children.
And there is nothing more aggravating than a comment that says, "great blog I like visit bork-bork tree come my website" and a URL that, when clicked, causes your hard drive to burst into flame.
Seriously, except for war, starvation, and human trafficking, that really is the most upsetting thing that could possibly happen to anyone.
But those word verifications have just gotten completely out of control. They don't take into account the fact that bloggers spend all day staring at computer screens, and are therefore legally blind.
Not only that, as a generation, we bloggers are getting old. Some of you are, what? 30? 31? Who can learn a new, anti-robot language at that advanced age? Goodness, we're still working on the surgical removal of whatever adolescent glandular holdover drives you to type LOL into everything.
There are spam blockers. There is comment moderation. There are small nuclear devices which can be launched straight from Google headquarters (ctrl-alt-annihilate) toward any robot lair that threatens to hijack your blog and use it for nefarious purposes, like selling state secrets to terrorists, or doTERRA oils to suckers.
(Hel-LO? Ever heard of just rubbing a candy cane on your feet?)
If something isn't done about this soon, I will be forced to stop commenting on your blogs. As it is, I'm pretty much the only one still doing that, so you don't want to tick me off.
And now, because I'm a staunch believer in tying in the end of a blog post with the beginning, I leave you with a song:
"Incarnació-hónnn... removeyourwordverification por favo-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hor..."
(and while you're at it, get that corn outta my face)