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It has been brought to my attention that the comment facility on this blog is not functioning correctly, so that on multiple occasions comments have been posted -- apparently successfully -- and have promptly disappeared, without me ever getting to see them, and possibly giving the impression that I had deleted them myself!

I cannot say emphatically enough how very sad it makes me to think that any would-be comment-maker might be thinking that I had deleted and/or ignored their thoughts. Especially if they were trying to disagree with me -- I have never had cause to delete a comment but, if I did, I am pretty confident it would not be for that type of reason. I love hearing what people think and how they feel about stuff. I hope I would try to respond thoughtfully and graciously given the opportunity. I think it would take a lot to upset or anger me, at least in the sort of conversation I'd like for this blog to potentially become a part of (ok, so maybe in life generally I'm rather on the touchy/moody side... :-( I'm working on it...or Someone is, anyway). [1]

So if anyone reading this has been victim to such a technical malfunction, please accept my apologies and try again, or consider trying to contact me some other way :-) Meanwhile, I will endeavour to understand and/or resolve the issue (incidentally, if anyone out there knows how, some tips wouldn't go amiss...)

Of course, now I am getting carried away with the idea that the dearth of reaction to my blog is nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that no-one reads it but rather a symptom of interweb imperfections... If it wasn't for the horrible thought of inadvertently ignoring the few people who are interested I would most definitely leave it broken so as to preserve a state of blissful self-deception as I contemplate invisible floods of would-be responses...



[1] Verse for the day: "...let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger" (James 1:19b) Hehe, had to get the Bible in somewhere...

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Anonymous said…
or ... 'quick to read, slow to blog, slow to tweet'
Haha! Indeed. And thanks for testing my site function...(it wasn't a thinly-veiled plea for interaction, honest; the idea of lost comments and the wrong assumptions they might inspire taps into a long-running dread I have of the potential for faulty communication technology to breed misunderstanding and discord -- cf Proverbs 13:17 "A wicked messenger falls into trouble, but a faithful envoy brings healing").

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