I have turned off the feature that allows anybody in the world to register for this blog. This is a temporary thing; I’m tired of deleting bots, and don’t have the brainjuices to get captcha or something working to avoid it. So for now, if you want to register to comment on a post, you have to go through the painful process of contacting me (using the link to the left), then waiting for an invite, then accepting it. Pretend it’s a Google Wave invite or something, if it helps with your excitement. Comments can now be left without registering by the tried-and-true method of entering a name and email before the comment, just like, you know, most websites.
Similarly, if you were registered for this blog and you no longer are, that means your email/username combo was waaaaay too much like a bot and/or not incredibly amusing. If you really have some pressing comment to make, contact me, I’ll make it right.
To answer a question from months ago and only a few posts back, no. No I have not started blogging again. What can I say? Most of my thoughts are 140 characters or less, and therefore Twitterable.
I have a cold. I need to go to bed now. The only thing preventing me from signing up for Netflix right now is the fact that the computer next to the bed is too ancient to do On Demand movies. Instead, I will probably watch some old zombie movie I already own. Which, really, isn’t that bad.
I’ve said too much. Landshark.
*edited to add Oh yeah, and by the way: the show isn’t dead. It really really isn’t. Milton and Kranium are now making demands of me. It’s like a labor dispute of sorts, and when we all can sit down at a table and hash things out, we’ll start up with Season Four. I will not, however, promise that it will be worth the wait. It might be. But I don’t know yet.
NOW I’ve said to much. Noonan.