Sunday, May 27, 2018

One small wish -- or two



I do wish that people who no longer support a particular blog would, at the very least,  shut off the comments section.   I just chanced across a lovely (but apparently discontinued) blog, and realized there were about a dozen spam messages, most of them ads, or repetitions, or some such.   When I see that it feels like looking at a painting in a museum that someone has spray painted across.

The second part is, if you no longer keep the blog up, delete it.  'Specially the ones with your kids' baby pictures or your little girl's kindergarten play.   Equally  important; the ones that have your
full name and address (what were they THINKING) in the post somewhere, and a picture of  your house-- and family standing proudly by the mailbox. Oh, please.  You can just hear the burglars taking notes.  And the last message being, "well,  we're off to Disneyworld and Aunt Nan's for a month, we'll be back by Halloween!"


Posted by mittens at 4:18 PM

15 comments:

  1. Boud5/27/2018 6:33 PM

    Yes, it's like coming across an abandoned house to see the last post was years ago.

    And the innocent people who display all sorts of sensitive information! Car plates, street names, children's faces and full names. One of my blogger friends who'd thrown a wonderful garden wedding for her daughter, blogged it, complete with showing the house, barn, stuffed with antiques, and house numbers, acknowledgment of local florist, caterer etc, you see what's coming..woke a couple of days later to find their barns stripped, downstairs rooms emptied of silver etc. She was amazed, how could anyone know exactly where to look?? Didn't have the heart to point out she'd drawn a treasure map.

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    1. mittens5/27/2018 8:18 PM

      And isn't that a shame. They really think no one will know. Possibly if you had explained it to her, she'd not have believed you, anyway.

      Sometimes the photos are intended for grandparents, or doting cousins, and I tell them, make that stuff private. just for granny. "huh?"

      I used to play at Yahoo games, in the days when there WAS a Yahoo Game Site, and most of us were pretty careful about identifying ourselves at all, but one woman went overboard, and I called her on it. she was using her full name, her photo showed her as a nurse (with nametag), and she often mentioned the hospital where she worked.

      I suggested she lose the 'real' name and replace the photo with an avatar. "But how will anyone know how to find me?"

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  2. Boud5/28/2018 3:31 AM

    Long ago I had a home petcare service, and had many keys. Lost track of the number of people who tagged their key with name and address. I would have them remove the tag and let me replace it with a code. But how will you know who's key is which? Um, I have a coded list in the office, with one person aware aside from me. And I used a po box for many years, same reason. Didn't want animals dumped at my door. My sister accused me of being secretive!! Nooo, it's called security. You do wonder how people get through life..

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    1. mittens5/28/2018 8:10 AM

      good for you. you weren't protecting just yourself, but the people who entrusted their animals to your care. No one seems to realize that a lost address (on a key ring or a card in a wallet) is a found address for someone else.

      Easy to forget that these days especially all you need is a name online to visibly locate nearly anyone in the country or possibly the world, online.

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  3. Boud5/28/2018 6:44 PM

    And back there it shoulda been whose key. Gah. Spell check..

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  4. Arkenaten5/31/2018 10:43 AM

    This is a test ...

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  5. mittens5/31/2018 12:55 PM

    yayayaya
    how NICE to see you here, Ark. Even if you did probably have to sell your soul to do it...

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  6. Arkenaten5/31/2018 1:08 PM

    For some reason it was simple. I have no idea what the problem was, but I suspect it was me and my apparent inability to deal with complex machinery - like a pencil or a keyboard.

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    1. mittens5/31/2018 1:25 PM

      sometimes I just approach recalcitrant stuff like this sideways, the way you deal with an edgy horse.
      don't want to frighten the silly thing...
      and sometimes it takes two or three tries and a quick gesture with the ball peen hammer.
      I have the same computer skills, apparently, which is why I no longer have a WP account, no matter what they say.

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  7. Arkenaten5/31/2018 1:10 PM

    I see the approval thingy is still on? Is this standard?
    If you would rather I comment using my real name - Gladys Sinjin-Sidebottom III then I shall ... or Douglas.

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    1. mittens5/31/2018 1:29 PM

      approval is on. It ain't personal, but it does keep down the spam messages ("Hola, chica, you remember me, the car seller guy?" click)...
      Ark works for me, Gladys Sinjin-Sidebottom might be a bit of a strain for Blogger, and Douglas is cool too. Frankly if you got this far with Arkenaten, I'd not mess with it. You may not get another chance.

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    2. Arkenaten5/31/2018 1:56 PM

      Thanks. I tend to agree. Ark has become somewhat of a literary second skin.

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    3. mittens5/31/2018 2:06 PM

      And after all, how many other Arks ARE there? and thanks for giving it another try

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  8. Bonnie Jacobs6/04/2018 9:53 AM

    Some blogs are left unattended because the blog owner died and CANNOT take it down. However, when I die, there will no longer be a moderator and nothing new will appear in the comments.

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  9. mittens6/04/2018 11:12 AM

    I realize that, Bonnie; but if I ever drift away from this 'moderation' will still be in force. I have a friend who has put his on moderation and he no longer posts on it. Anything that is posted never reaches the screen.

    (Moderation has to be enabled to be automatic. )

    The ones that disturb me are the ones that leave you hanging, with "oh, we're so happy, our baby will be born next week..." or, "we're off to our new life in Arkansas as husband and wife..."

    and you always wonder, just a little, what might have happened to such promise.

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