There seems to have been a (holy?) ghost in the LP machine. I just returned home from a very pleasant meal with friends at Southbank’s Ahmet’s Turkish restaurant (I’d been at work at Griffith Uni all afternoon) to discover a couple of comments indicating that people hadn’t been able to comment on the Pope Benedict thread.
I’d assumed before I went to work that no-one loved Pope Benedict.
I tried to identify what was blocking comments - and the first thing was that jumped out was that the post had somehow given itself a date stamp in 1969. However, rectifying it still didn’t let comments be posted. So I changed the title of the post (wondering if maybe a colon was inadmissable for some reason), and nothing. I then said 5 decades of the Rosary with the intention of invoking the prayers of Our Lady of Fatima and it works now! Just kidding - but deleting it and reposting it with a new name now enables comments.
I think you have witnessed your first Larvatus Prodeo miracle.
Feel free to comment here. If any difficulties occur, please contact the Congregation for the Causes of Saints. Or email me.
The Observation Service for Internet, who drew it’s mission from the Pontifical Council for Social Communications, researched the Internet and related technologies to select a patron saint that best reflects the concerns and ideals of computer designers, programmers and users. The saint chosen by the Observation Service for Internet was Saint Isidore. “The saint who wrote the well-known ‘Etymologies’ (a type of dictionary), gave his work a structure akin to that of the database. He began a system of thought known today as ‘flashes;’ it is very modern, notwithstanding the fact it was discovered in the sixth century. Saint Isidore accomplished his work with great coherence: it is complete and its features are complementary in themselves.
Ah yes, FXH, Isidor was the original hyperlinker! Seriously!
I’m thinking of rededicating the odd LP happenings to Cardinal Newman - he really needs a miracle to become a saint and I’d like to see him raised to the altars.
Sometimes the Pearly Gates Of Cyberspace swing shut for reasons that passeth all understanding.
Either that or a driftnetting trawler cut another cable again.
Hmmm, I’d be tempted to say something along the lines of”
“tried to identify what was blocking comments - and the first thing was that jumped out was that the post had somehow given itself a date stamp in 1969. I realized that the tachyon flux was running in reverse creating a parrallel and inverse temporal rift that was sending comments back in the past. Needless to say reversing the polarizing capacitor and inducing a standing wave into the tachyon field fixed the problem.”
Oh, no doubt that’s so, Irant, but that wouldn’t exclude the miraculous explanation.
Speaking of which, I meant to email you to ask whether you’d be interested in this story as a topic for a post.
The the miracle? Most likely a trans-continuim shift with the dilithium crystals. They do it all the time.
Thanks for the link. Will looksee.
“standing wave into the tachyon field fixed the problem.”
Someone’s been reading “The Forever War”…again?
No. Back in the 90s I did watch a lot of Star Trek:NG. Some of Geordie stays with you forever.
Y’know I’m not real keen on some ape monkeying around with the fabric of the space-time continuum here. Irant, you got a license or some formal qualifications you can show? Sure it worked this time, but you only have to be wrong once and it’s black hole city.
I’ll help irant with my Masters research into quantum temporal anomolies… usually inverting the polarity field and sending a tachyon pulse into the nebula does the trick.
Speaking of which, what about all the whacky web-sites offering tachyonised products? I e-mailed one once asking how they prepared their goods, and only received verbiage back…
Thanks Sachmo. I’ll remember that one (and isn’t tachyon such a great word).
As for you Nabs. Look mate, we pan troglodytes will continue to monkey around with the space-time continuum until once more the lands ring with the chorus of:
“Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius!
Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius!
Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius!
Oh, Dr. Zaius.”
I mean what have you cats done with your time? You may have humankind waiting on you hand a foot. But they are simply mere servants. We’ll have them as our slaves!
I think you missed out a final “Dr. Zalus!” couplet.
And you won’t be quite so primatey when you find out Schrodinger’s Cat has deposited some quantum foam in yer dress shoes.