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Don't lose heart.

It seems that somewhere in the course of Blogger sprucing up its act over the past umpteen weeks they threw in some extra code that made my link underlines disappear after you'd visited them... which can be a DRAG for those of you wishing to revisit them. I didn't know of this problem because I keep cookies off... and dump flash cookies every three minutes... so everything seemed jake to me. If you have been suffering this in silence, or not suffering it because you don't do links, a pox on your house.

I am almost certain I have fixed the code so that this irk evaporates for you.

I am trying manfully not to succumb to the link color debacle yet again. I find I'm quite happy with all text remaining plain old black, and maybe it's only because I know of all the intertube agonies averted thereby, or it's my mood, or my innate dignity FINALLY poking out, but, well, I so don't want to go there anymore, but PLEASE, if you are having these kinds of problems with my site, make a noise so I can DO something about it!
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9:30pm — and, again, we have this WEIRD scene where it's freezing cold all day and then suddenly warms up when the sun goes down. This probably means it will start raining again any minute, but it's getting so I can't say anything this year that will hold up with respect to the weather. All I know is the that the North Pole IS headed for my house.
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Midnight — I'm all sniveling from watching Frontline's The Wounded Platoon. I wish screaming at one's monitor could make people act right, could bring people back to life, could undo stab wounds and sustained terror. I wish I could make my hand come out of your monitor from my page, snap my fingers, do miracles.
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And here's a bit of news which is making me queasy for some reason, something my immune system wants to fend off... there just being days and times I can't take it, can't take it at all.
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