Deleting comments without an icon – a public service announcement

Friday’s whimsical little post about “While shepherds watched” got spammed in the comments by some fool plugging a URL for publicising my blog.

Normally I just delete such comments without a thought. (Why do they do it? Why?) It’s easy because if I’m logged in as myself then, when I view the comments, a little dustbin icon appears next to each one. This enables me to consign it to the Void, rightly forgotten and unmade. For some reason that wasn’t happening on this occasion: the icon was determinedly absent. Maybe the spammer had been busy and so the icon was running from blog to blog in an effort to catch up. So I left a plaintive message on the blogger.com help forum, and the very next morning, there the solution was.

Needless to say, the very next morning the dustbin icon had finally arrived anyway, but I tried the forum method out of curiosity and it worked. So, for the benefit of search engines and frustrated users, to delete comments without the dustbin icon on Blogspot use the method shown at http://www.blogdoctor.me/2008/09/delete-comments-without-trash-can-icon.html.

You’re welcome.

Holy nativi-tivi, nativi-tie

Just in case any Scrooge-like feelings come creeping in this Christmas, I know I’ll be cheered up by my recent discovery that “While shepherds watched their flocks by night” (most irredeemably boring of all 19th century Yuletide dirges) can be sung to the tune of “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” from Mary Poppins.

I doubt I will hear it sung this way, but just knowing it exists will bring me no end of festive cheer. The only thing that could make it even better would be if it could be sung by a chorus of dancing penguins.

Even a broken clock gets it right twice a day

I remember once reading a short story featuring a boys’ school set on a spaceship. The ship was travelling from (probably) Earth to (probably) some colony world. Scientific accuracy was not rigorously enforced: witness the fact that the ship had no artificial gravity (so far, so good) and so everyone on board wore, um, weighted boots. In fact, I think one jolly schoolboy prank involved surreptitiously unlacing one boy’s boot so that when he tries to come up to the front of the class his foot and leg float upwards, to general hilarity.

I must have been about 7 or 8 and I’m pretty sure it was included in a collection of similar gosh-wow boys’ adventure tales. I’m guessing it wasn’t a forgotten gem by some big name author.

But chiefly I remember a wonder material called, I think, viviform. As I recall this was a putty-like substance that could be moulded by hand and would then set diamond-hard. Useful for almost anything, really. I’m sure it played a key part in the plot, though I can’t remember what or why. I didn’t know it at the time but my generation was probably the first that really reaped the benefits of things like blu-tack and silly putty, and so viviform made sense. Much more than the school on the ship – which was essentially a terrestrial classroom; no prophetic visions of learning technology or anything like that – or the weighted boots, I know this made me think “yeah, why not?” Which is a very important think for a science fiction writer to have.

Why do I mention this now? Because someone seems to have invented viviform, that’s why.