Bob Loblaw

(Not A Dylan tune, I know. So sue me.)

Here I am, after a near 40-hour work week in a rather warm warehouse. I’m tired. I’ve been presented with the task of wrangling Grandson #1. gs#1 is 2. Very much so. He has limited vocabulary. He’s very confident with his use of “No,” “down,” “car,” and “ow.” Less confident with “Please,” “Thank you,” and quotes from Robert Frost and Walt Whitman, much less so Shakespeare, Francis Bacon, and Chaucer … doesn’t know a word from Adam Smith, Karl Marx, Groucho Marx, or J Danforth Quayle.

He is tired, too, but 2-year-old’s seem habitually in denial about naps. those of us in the 50-something range have a greater tendency to like naps. He’s frustrated, and has just stopped saying “ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow” for a little while. He’s also stopped jabbing me in the ribs, kicking me in the privates, and only occationally trying to throw himself backwards over the arm of the chair.

We both need naps. I need several naps. I need a shower, for humanitarian reasons, the greater good.

So, I’ve decided to blog, listen to Pandora (which, from my eclectic musical preferences seems to have settled on a ragtime/jazz piano set with some George Jones, Freddy Fender, Vince Gill, and Ladysmith Black Mambazo thrown in, and is now playing Somebody Stole My Gal by Errol Garner, and now Harry Connick Jr.  I wonder when it’ll switch styles again.) And ignore all pleas for “Down.”

Well, Grandma has taken pity on his little whinny hide, and rescued him from the awful fate of being forced to sit still and listen to Grandpa’s music. She’s also recommended I take that shower. “Recommended” means she all but swore out a warrant for my arrest if I don’t comply. Well, when she’s right, she’s right. Gottago.

Here’s the deal. I went to http://wordpress.org and downloaded the .zip file there. Along the way, I signed up for a WordPress blog, and downloaded and installed MySQL into my winXP box. All very Loverly. I thought, “Great, i can edit an article offline, possibly taking a few days, and then send it right up when it suits my fancy.

Au contrere, mon ami! The downloaded .zip file continues to show the code on the screen, I can’t make out much of what it has to say, except that it objects to the fact that I had already established an account with the fine folks at WordPress.

For what it’s worth, I use IE7 and FireFox browsers, and have the identical issue in both. Poop.