Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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TO ALL WORDPRESS FRIENDS (and anyone else whose email box has been flooded because of the “email me all comments because I have nothing better to do” box!):  Well, I sent out the “glitch fix” far and wide, and I’ve received some very gracious notes of thanks from folks who were frustrated with WordPress and that “email me followup comments” box being checked.  So I posted on the forums, in hopes of sharing some useful info:

“WordPressers unite! That annoying, pre-checked “Follow comments via email” box CAN BE REMOVED. Took me more than an hour but I think I fixed it.

I can make that entire box go away, so you and your followers will no longer be deluged with unwanted comments. Follow step by step and START from your “Dashboard” (drop-down menu when you hover on your blog name next to the W) and take your time.

Also, if you reblog this info, PLEASE credit my blog, because it took a lot of time and effort. I’m an activist, so working against “the machine” comes naturally, haha. Good luck! Amy Barlow Liberatore”


THESE ARE THE TWO COMMENTS I RECEIVED. And what a load of crap! My (admittedly snotty) reply follows! Don’t you just love vendors (yes, I paid for all my upgrades) who go to the trouble of putting down bloggers who are simply trying to help? Read on:

thistimethisspace, Member. May 8, 2012, 3:34 PM
“Are you kidding? We regular Volunteers are fully aware of how to use the settings on our blogs.”

kyllingsara, Inactive, May 8, 2012, 5:32 PM

“Hmmm. I don’t get why you’re on WP if I read your post right. Regular WP bloggers also know how to use the settings on our blogs, so I probably won’t credit that find to your blog, sharplittlepencil. But thanks for the “Captain Obvious” moment of coming to the rescue. 🙂
@ thistimethisspace: You “regular volunteers” aren’t as sharp as you seem to think you are if you didn’t know that this problem was real. HUNDREDS of subscribers are hopping mad and threatening to endure the CAPTCHA of Blogger because WordPress has been unresponsive. Sorry, you failed to impress.

@kyllingsara: “I don’t know why you’re on WP”? Are you aware that I have paid to own my domain name and also paid to upgrade my memory space? You SHOULD credit my blog, for no other reason than that annoying box is still on this page, automatically checked. You have inconvenienced hundreds of bloggers as well as their readers. Take responsibility and admit it. If you read my fix completely, you wouldn’t employ the snotty “Captain Obvious” reference. What kind of people are you that you won’t fix a simple glitch like this.

I’m a former systems coordinator, and I darned well know my way around the “belly of the beast” with every domain I use. This one took lots of time to figure out, and lots of folks have written me, thanking me for doing something WordPress couldn’t be bothered to do. I don’t believe you know as much as you think you do, and your arrogance is just plain rude. Amy Barlow Liberatore, who’s not as dumb as you seem to think.

Poets United asked for poems regarding “this time of year,” the regrets, the emotions that run high. In my case, so many bridges have been burned at the holidays… tempers in my circles flare, often to the detriment of even long-term relationships. And so I offer this poem. Peace, Amy

Repairers of the Breach

When all is said and done and
undone, then soddered together once more,
the saddest truth is this:

You’ll never go back in time.
No mulligans on misspeaking,
no second tries on bitter partings.

Bridges burned are seldom rebuilt,
the breach often irreparable, final…
or so it seems.

So strive to remember that God gave us
two ears and one mouth – a ratio
reflecting God’s common sense.

Listen for the resonant truth with respect;
forgive other folks’ harmless blather,
unless it is prejudiced and hateful.

(Sometimes you must walk away from hatred,
homophobia, racism and such, for reasons
of conscience in the face of recalcitrant bigots.)

Try to leave the bridge burning to others.
If the bridge be burnt, let it be for the right reason.
Live in love, as repairers of the breach.

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Posted at my poetic oasis, Poets United. Proud to be a member!