Nonsense Verse

When in Rome...

Rome, originally uploaded by jenwahhh!.

...you might see something like this. More commentary and ruminations to come, post-jet-lag.

UPDATE: Check out what my pal Dan did to this photo. It's like a painting! Ah, Photoshop...

SF's complicated relationship with pets

pesky pooches, originally uploaded by jenwahhh!.

I was walking around Telegraph Hill and found this funny. "Teacup Poodles OK"? I beg to differ.

Excuses, excuses

A friend sent me a smoke signal the other day: "great blog, no words. bad typepad?"

The sign of a good friend: She gives you the benefit of the doubt and blames the technology first.

I initially decoded her message as a gentle non-prodding prodding: "I see you haven't written in a while. This is me hinting that you should get off your ass, while shrewdly suggesting that I could be off base, that in fact the root of your problem is not slothfulness or ennui but a failure of your blogging tool."

As if. That was my wild imagination doing the translation. Because she then wrote to clarify (again giving me the perfect out -- it's not you, it's me!): "actually, i'm not getting *any* text on your blog, which is weird. just being ms pesky IT person, i guess. mebbe it's just me."

No, in this case, the blame all rests here. Not only have I not been writing, but I also failed to set my configuration to protect against my inconsistency and my site consequently going "poof!" Or, to be clearer: I had set my configuration to show only the "last 7 days" of posts, optimistically thinking that this time around, I would write frequently enough for that not to be an issue. And that meant that as soon as the inevitable failure to post within 7 days did occur, the blog entered the "no words" state. (In other words, if you thought the blog was useless before, get a load of the way it looked the past few days. Eesh.)

Let this be a warning to all bloggers of the spasmodic kind: If you set your configuration based on days, be prepared to receive spankings in the form of a great white void. It ain't pretty.

But to make up for it, I give you something that is pretty -- my excuse for not being around to blather with regularity. Which is that I was too busy hanging out here: