Gravatar update

1.          2.         3.  

I’m going to choose one of those 3 little pics as the default for my non-Gravatarred commenting buds.  I know.  I know.  You’ll miss the highly esteemed Mystery Man we chatted about in my previous post about getting your very own Gravatar and how easy (and free,) it is.  Sorry.  But folks, M. Man has seen his day here and we do have the technology to make this blog all that it can be: my Wordpress Consultant, Kim Woodbridge sees to stuff like that, whoo-hoo.

I’m leaning towards the wood duck.  What do you think?

Here is the duck bigger (If you wish, click it to bigger it even more.  Actually, click twice for maximum biggerment.)  I shot him (with my camera,) along the running trail last year.  He is so freaking gorgeous – looks like a painting, I do declare.  Wait, is he in fact a “he?”  I need to brush up on my wood ducks.

So let me know if you like 1, 2 or 3 better and I’ll go with the general concensus.  Please!  And thank you!

Oh, and I’ll totally post that “Blame Tara Meme” next time – look for it on Saturday morning, early.  It reveals tidbits about my Mr. Spock belt buckle, my Uncle Sylvester’s 3-legged goat and my full-body girdle.

Toodles!

Got Gravatar? No? It’s Easy!

Globally Recognized Avatars — a.k.a. Gravatars, are those little square photos that appear beside blog comments.

Maybe you’ve seen mine around?

Lately, as some of you have noted, I’ve changed up the automatically-generated comment images for the not-yet-Gravatarred of you.  I was tired of the old “identicons” and upon experimenting with Wordpress’ other choices of aliens and monsters, which are too weird even for me, plus some of you were assigned sad faces and that just won’t do, I’ve settled on…

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the highly esteemed mystery man photo credit:buildinternet.com

Friends, if you don’t have your own Gravatar, It’s SO EASY to get one and YOU DON’T HAVE TO HAVE A WORDPRESS BLOG for it to work, the latter tidbit I owe to the wonderful bloggers Karyn and Barkaly.

Here’s what Gravatar.com says…

“Signing up for a gravatar.com account is FREE, and all that’s required is your email address. Once you’ve signed up you can upload your avatar image and soon after you’ll start seeing it on gravatar enabled sites, like Jannie’s!”

Of course, I could’ve told you that myself but I have to show off that I finally figured out how to do a blockquote box!

Go Jannie, go!  Kick some blockquote keister!

Hey, and once you have your Gravatar, all your past comments become magically retroactively Gravatarred.  And Gravatar.com does not use your e-mail address for anything even remotely nefarious. Plus, and get this  — just for signing up, Gravatar will send you and 7 friends on an all-expenses-paid first class World Cruise!!!

So, if you don’t have a Gravatar and would like one, why delay another moment! Go now — Go! To Gravatar.com.

And for those of you who already have your Gravatar, have you anything you might like to share about yours?

Twitterpated (not!) (yet)

I’m frightened by Twitter.

Don’t really understand it,

neither the why nor how.

Several blogging friends

have tried to explain but I

just don’t get it.  Am I the

only one missing the boat?

@janniefunster, that’s me.

Seeking any and all advice

on why and how to tweet.

Wow, my first “Hate” Comment!

photo credit:  Pacific Spirit Marine Institute

I never really thought it would happen to me, but it did — a Hate Comment.  Wow, to ME -  little Jannie Funster, what a hoot.

I’m so flattered someone cared enough.   He even called me Grannie! 

His blast to me is – surprise – on my Armani Condom Heart post, comment  # 56, with my comment # 58 as reply.

Actually, I’ve been wanting to write a follow-up to that post to say that as your comments came in on that, those of you who suggested I could maybe have made it an “educable moment” with my daughter, I totally started to see your point, I really did.  That could’ve been one way to handle it.  Who knows, should a giant shamrock of green condoms at Nine West or a rogue K-Y Jelly Easter art display at Abercrombie & Fitch present themselves in the near future, I may just have a great chance to talk to my 7-year-old about what they’re used for.  Hey, she’s going to learn about these things sooner or later, why not sooner!  From nice well-known corporations to boot.  And please, I am not at all making fun of any of YOU with that statement - you guys I love, each and every one of you in your own special way.   Any of us who disagree on the Armani Condom Heart, I am glad we can do so and still be friends.  I am trying to point out how, in my opinion, some things are just not appropriate for children in a public place.   Period. 

But, gee,  gotta go now – time for my senility pill and a good lie down.  After all, I’ve been up for almost an hour.  You know how us old gals of almost 45 gotta get our Zzzzzzs.

Wait, did I already take my senility pill today?

Love, Grannie Jannie. 

Hey, that’s got a great ring to it!!  Grannie Jannie.  Maybe even a new song in there somewhere!

And you know what else just occured to me — disrespect for us elderly in our society, that’s something else that really fires me up, as well as disrespect for children.  But that’ll be another post, my dear friends.

Now where’s my Geritol, before I take that nap.

Taking Blog Stock

Have you noticed I’ve been posting to my blog every other day lately?  Do you think that’s too often?  

Have you also noticed since I started hunkering down with my gee-tar a couple hours a day,  I’ve been visiting y’all’s blogs a bit less?  And how are you with that?  How would you feel if I only got to your blog and commented once or twice a week? 

And for purposes of me taking blog stock would you classify my blog as “all about me?”  Barbara Swafford over at her very successful site, Blogging Without A Blog, in a recent post called How To Lose Blog Visitors, talks about selfish blogs that are ”all about me” and I’m wondering if I come across like that.  And believe me – I can take honest constructive criticism!  (I’m weird that way, well, I’m weird in many ways - as you all know.)

Is there anything you would like to see me post more (or less,) about? 

And just a tad unrelatedly, now that my favorite old sweat pants have a big rip in the left buttock area, should I patch them up?   Or cremate them, followed by a fitting memorial service?

(Yes, that’s my actual gee-tar up there on our actual sofa that miraculously escaped the bunny-munching, unlike its matching loveseat and chair.)