Nothing to see here, just move along.
I spent an afternoon trying to figure out why one fishing reel wasn’t catching any fish. The reel problem was just the line I’d put on, and that stuff was a little stretched out from Monday night’s adventure in catching big fish.
I ambled over to the Austin Blogger’s meet-up, after reading Jette’s entry, I just had to go.
There’s another part to the story, comes a bit later, and I’m curious to see if and when she tells that – or what version – suffice it to say, I felt very much like a jerk that one evening. I’ve groveled ever since. She’s not even the Leo, and I still grovel.
It was an interesting discussion group, and the topic varied. Naturally, among the bloggers and techies, the opening round was about having to register through a central server in order to post comments.
Hey, it’s been done around here, and frankly, it makes my life much easier when it comes to policing comments. It prevents abuse, that’s it. But my comment system is part of the pre-rolled software.
Amy’s ice cream, new flavor: vanilla bean. Under the cool and breezy April night, it feels like spring. Is April really the cruelest month?
