I’m dealing with another bug that’s hit me, so I can’t move far away from the puke bucket today. Instead of trying to accomplish anything outside the house I’m going to probably spend most of the day sitting right here with a puke bucket by my side trying to figure out a way to finally fix the comments on this blog without screwing everything up.
It’s like something has completely gone screwy with the database tables, and things that should go through aren’t while things that should be prevented are going through. It’s a big mess, and because of the comments database being screwed akismet isn’t working. Valid comments are being spammed while spam comments about stuff like ring tones and finding an immigration lawyer are posting as approved comments.
I’ve been working on this for awhile now with no luck, but I think it’s about time to deal with the fact that I may have to just lose all comments and start from scratch. I’ve tried using a couple comment plugins, but they don’t work. I even tried using Disqus, but with the comment system being so screwed up I couldn’t even get the plugin to install. I don’t know what’s up with it.
It’s been a slow week around here that hasn’t involved any riding. The rain has been coming down steady practically all week, and it’s not supposed to let up until later tonight. The temps would have been great, though, if we hadn’t had all the rain. It was 68 today. Freakin’ January!
I did get a bit of a bike fix this evening by watching a couple reruns of Superbikes!, but that was about it. Hubby came home talking about how he wants to take some new photos of the bike now that it actually looks like a bike again. I said no problem, but I’m not doing what he wants. He’s trying to convince me to put on some sexy lingerie and pose.
Nope. No way. Not gonna happen!
He forgets I’m the type of person who won’t let anybody take pics of me in my undies for any reason. Heck, I hate taking my swimsuit cover up off at the beach. He forgets it’s been half a decade since I had that perfect little teenager body. If he wants a chick to pose on his bike, he’ll have to find someone else to do it, but I’d prefer no one did it.
Hey man I redid my bike so now I need a half naked chick on it.
Oh I forgot to mention that we ended up getting a nice late Christmas present on New Year’s Day. My aunt spent Christmas with her fiance’s family, so we didn’t get to see her until New Year’s dinner. She surprised us both by giving us a super nice present. She gave us cash, but much more than we expected.
She included in our card exactly what she would like us to use our money for. She knows I’ve been looking at sturdier tv stands for our new tv, so she wanted us to get the one we want. Then with any cash we have left over she asked that we use it on something for the bike since she knows it’s still not completely back together. It’s ridable, but we still have a lot of cosmetic work to do. After picking out the stand we want we’ll have just enough left over to replace the trashed mirror and kickstand, but that’s two less things we have to buy ourselves.
I love watching the motorcycle stunts that always seem to end up on TV on New Year’s Eve. I did get to watch Robbie Knieval attempt his New Year’s jump, and I was extremely disappointed with that one. As soon as we watched the jump we all started talking about how totally fake it was. He didn’t jump over the volcano. Instead he jumped over a few shooting pyrotechnics sparklers. It seems like I’m not the only one who totally called this out as a total hoax. Watch for yourself.
I didn’t get to see Robbie Maddison make his world record motorcross jump in Las Vegas, and I really hate that it took me this long to get around to looking it up. The truth is I’ve hardly spent any time on the pc in the last few days, and I didn’t touch it at all yesterday.
