Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Comments, for Real

HA!  Finally!

Initially, I had disabled comments because I wasn't sure if my cognitive abilities were able to keep up with any comments. I want to be social and gracious, I just wasn't sure if my head could do that at the time.  When I finally did unlock the comments section, you had to actually click on the post to find the comment section, and the little "comments" indicator was nowhere to be found (behind the couch, maybe). BUT... everyone else in the blogosphere had a nifty little comments tag. Where was mine?

I was even getting emails saying that it would be helpful to have comments.  I sifted through settings, and inspected code ( I've been trained in web design). For the life of me, I could not figure out what my major malfunction was. I had consulted many online resources, and they all had different solutions. Are your post pages enabled?? Why, yes, yes they are.  Do you have the enable comments box checked? Um, yeah... that's the first thing I did.  Is your computer on?

Turns out, it had something to do with "Revert Widget Templates to Default".  It took many google searches using different terms to describe my problem. But, here it is.  I have no idea how this is related.  It's as though I took my car to a mechanic, and they fed me a sandwich to fix the car. It worked, but I don't understand it.


The Clever Pup said...

Heather, I love your big, bold brush strokes. Just the stuff I like. I'm so messy I can only paint big. And I'm glad I get to comment on your paintings.

My dad had a brain trauma, so I know what it's like from a family member's point of view. I'm glad you're keeping busy, active. It's the best thing. Keep your friends close too.

Kat said...

I'm commenting just because I now can. Rudy says hi. Actually he said meow - I translated for him.

HMCraig said...

Thank you both!

Clever Pup, I hope your dad is well. I can only imagine what it must have been like to see a loved one struggle. I know that a brain injury (like a lot of injuries) affects the whole family. My G goes to a caregiver support group when I am at a support group (they happen at the same time). He has learned a lot from other caregivers.

And... I think I am really fortunate to have art to work on!

Kat, tell Rudy I said "meow meowww meoooower mew". He'll get the joke. ;)