Archive for September 30th, 2007

Error in Wordpress 2.3

Grandad September 30th, 2007

I just upgraded my blog. I’m getting really good at this!!

But the upgrade f*cked up my site.

Apparently, there is an error in the new code, so that when you upgrade, you may get an error -

Warning: array_key_exists() [function.array-key-exists]: The first argument should be either a string or an integer in blah/blah/blah/wp-includes/category-template.php on line 176

Now I did some research and apparently there is a line in a file called wp-includes/category-template.php.

That line says

if(array_key_exists($category, $categories))

What it should say is

if(array_key_exists(’$category’, $categories)) [with the little quotes].

That fixed it!!!

And now I can do all sorts of fancy things like change the colour of the text.

Or play cards - ◊ ♣ ♥ ♦.

I wonder if it will write my posts for me?

Kilos of Craic

Grandad September 30th, 2007

I don’t know how I forgot to mention this.

It’s one of those little lapses that happens with old age, I suppose.

There is a new web site up and running. It’s only a new-born so there will doubtless be sleepless nights, and loads of nappies to be changed.

It’s called Kilos of Craic.

So what is it all about?

Just think of four or five people sitting in a pub, having a bit of a laugh. The conversation flows freely and the topic changes from minute to minute. Now imagine that those people are in fact sitting up to 12,000 miles apart! That is Kilos of Craic.

A group of us - Jefferson Davis, BrianF, Baino, Doctor Don and myself get together once in a while and have a group chat in the Interweb. Sometimes we have contributions from others, like Daz. It can be weird, zany, crude and even funny. It can be very disjointed, because, like any good craic, it is unscripted.

As for who is who? This episode starts with me bitching about my software. I’m the one with the non-American, non-Australian accent. Baino is the soft Australian female voice. Jefferson is the one with the Southern Drawl, and BrianF is the other one - the one who never shuts up. Doctor Don makes the odd appearance [so if you hear a strange voice cut in, it's probably him. He doesn't say much].

So head over to Kilos of Craic and have a listen. Let’s know what you think.

Incidentally - Craic means ‘fun’, ‘laughter’, ‘good conversation’.
Not to be confused with Cráic which means ‘arsehole’

I really want to kill something

Grandad September 30th, 2007

I’m in a foul mood.

It started on Friday night when Herself insisted on watching that prat Pat ‘The Plank’ Kenny.

He is a very bad start to a weekend.

The mood sort of hovered around the “don’t touch me or I’ll kill you” level yesterday, but I managed to keep it under control.

This morning I got up. It has to be a better day. But no. I still feel like killing something.

Even God is against me. He’s pissing on me. I was standing at the kitchen window, waiting for the kettle to boil, when there was a bang that made me jump, and made Sandy scurry for cover. It was rain. It just came out of nowhere. One second, it was fine, and the next second I couldn’t see the hedge the other side of the garden. It lasted about thirty seconds and stopped as suddenly as it started. I swear it was God having a leak. I hope that’s all He does….

I have to go up to Dublin tomorrow, and that’s not adding to my cheery state.

I have to be in St Vincent’s Hospital at four. That in itself is no problem, though it means going near RTE, and that is going to make my trigger finger itch like hell. What it does mean, is that I’m going to be stuck in the rush-hour going home. And that is something I’m dreading.

The only thing that is cheering me is that that little sh*t Bertie is going to be up The Mountains this week opening a flash hotel [€5,000 a night?????] and I am going to do my best to be there to murder the little w*nk*r.