First off, remember National Do Not Reply to Dan Day? As of right now, which is 10 days later even though you will be seeing this 11 days later because this is a scheduled post, I still have not heard from two of them. Heard back from the others though.

Anyway, you may be wondering about the lack of updates on my forums.

Well, for a few days, I did do nothing. Well, not nothing, but nothing regarding the forums. But, other than that, I have been working on them. As I mentioned in my “Westward, Oh, Pioneers!” post, I started a thread on the forums which covers my progress.

So, that’s where my updates have been. There and not here. And that means I don’t have to be vague about things. LOL! Some things I might not want to disclose to the public, so I keep them vague here. But, in the forums, I can tell you straight out what’s up. Pretty much anyway. I still have some surprises.

That’s why there have been a lack of updates here. But, I figured it bears mentioning here, since many of you have not been back there, so you might think nothing’s going on because of the lack of updates here, but that’s not the case.

So, pry yourself away from Facebook and pop on in.

So, the week before last I joined a discussion forum in a niche I’m in.

And I can’t really participate in it.

At first, I had problems finding the rules. I thought the rules might be in the FAQ section, which they weren’t. I could not submit to the Help area because you had to have a minimum of 1 post before you could post in the Help area.

In the meantime, I found the rules.

I sell stuff in that niche so, unless I’m one of their advertisers, I cannot do anything to promote myself. Okay, fine.

The only place I can post is in an introductory area. So, I cannot ask for help without first introducing myself, which would give me my one post which would then allow me to ask for help. However, since I cannot mention what I do, I cannot honestly introduce myself, can I? It feels deceptive to identify myself as a user rather than a seller and saying I sell stuff might be a form of advertising, which I’m not allowed to do. Of course, I could ask in the Help section if it would be okay for me to say I’m a seller without mentioning my website or company name or anything, but I cannot post for help because I don’t have enough posts.

It’s a bit of a catch-22.

So, I found a contact link and requested information there. Asked about advertising prices too. Over a week later and I’ve still not heard back.

Maybe they don’t want any new advertisers.

So, yesterday, I tried to leave Facebook.

I went in there and I scrolled down to the bottom of whatever page the option is on, and clicked the “deactivate” button.

Then there’s the annoying questionnaire on why you want to leave Facebook. “Facebook sucks” wasn’t an option.

But, I have fan pages and, apparently, you cannot deactivate your account without deleting your fan pages or turning them over to someone else. Well, since I don’t want to turn them over to someone else, and I don’t want to delete them (lest someone else end up getting them), I ultimately could not deactivate my Facebook account.

Why not just have the fan pages deactivate along with the account? Who knows.

So, apparently, I’m stuck with an account there.

Facebook is kind of like a roach motel, I guess. Once you get in, you cannot get out.

Need I say more than I already didn’t say?

Let’s leave it all unsaid.

For what is unsaid never need be unsaid.

For what is unsaid never need be apologized for.

Probably.

Unless there was something you should have said but then you didn’t say it so leaving it unsaid was bad and you should have said it.

I never really used to have as much of a problem with run-on sentences until I started blogging.

Blogging has ruined my writing.

I cannot do complete paragraphs anymore.

See?

Have you seen tomorrow’s face?
It has all of your base.

They belong to it, tomorrow’s face.
Time to get a sleuth on the case.

You will have no need of mace,
For the crook took off at a quick pace.

He shuffled the deck and drew an ace,
And knew he ought to get out of the place.

And so his shoes, he tied a lace.
He took off, thinking he left no trace.

But there was a man in that foot race,
Who would not stop until he solved the case.

He pursued the other round the world to Thrace,
Where they both met up face to face.

He told the crook to himself brace,
And the crook asked for his grace.

Then the mirror was shattered by a vase,
And no one again saw tomorrow’s face.

Hello?

Hello?

Where are you?

Hello? Is it me you’re looking for?

Tell me how to wind this part,
‘Cause I can’t get it to go.
But let me try by winding count’r clockwise…

Hello? Can you hear it gearing more?
‘Cause I wonder if clockwise
Was the way I should have wound.
Do you think it’s broken badly, or can it still be rewound?
Tell me how to wind this part,
‘Cause I can’t get it to go.
So let me end by winding it clockwise.

Sands across the otter. Sands across the bee.
Sands across the blotter. Sands across the knee.

The lion boldly raged through the sea.
He had to take a drink or he couldn’t stand to flee.
I gave another glass and I dropped a cube of salt in a boiling pan.

Wouldn’t take it in ‘nything else,
But that shiny silver pan, so bright.

Sands across the otter. Sands across the bee.
Sands across the blotter. Sands across the knee.

And it the lion carried ‘cross the sea.
He had to use a hot mitt; he couldn’t take the heat.
By the time he got there, it had cool’n down from the cold and salty sea.

Sands across the otter. Sands across the bee.
Sands across the blotter. Sands across the knee.

To the companies that make web browsers (Apple, Microsoft, Mozilla), it would be nice to have a preference whereby you could choose not to allow websites to automatically resize your browser window.

I really, really hate that.

There’s really no reason for it. I can resize my window if I want to. Usually, I don’t.

And, when I come across a website that does that, odds are it will not happen a second time because I won’t visit that site again.

There’s no reason for a forced resize. Just don’t do it.

But, alas, since the webmasters aren’t likely to give up on their little power trips, it falls upon the browser manufacturers to give us the option to put a stop to it. All we need is a little preference that we can check on or off for “Allow automatic browser window sizing?”

I’d keep mine set as “No.”

Out there is a world of unlimited potential.

    Unlimited potential.

Out there is a world of endless possibilities.

    Endless possibilities.

Out there is a world of unfound discoveries.

    Unfound discoveries.

Out there is a world of necessary answers.

    Necessary answers.

Where are you right now?

    Why aren’t you out there?

Seven days into August.

August is seven days in.

Take those days and pass them around.

And those seven days still abound.

Seven days into August.

August is seven days in.

Take those days and count them aloud.

And those seven days are still a crowd.

Seven days into August.

August is seven days in.

Take those days and fill them up good.

But, too late, you can’t get them back if you would.