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Let me join the ever-growing list of dot.commers who are becoming increasingly dissatisfied with what's happening on this site.
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These past three or so days, the people who run tv.com have not kept track of new views and percentage gains towards the next level. I have heard anecdotal evidence of increased rejections by moderators (with flimsy excuses, to boot) by numerous members - as well as warnings for fonts and colors used in blogs and cases of histories disappearing (and then sometimes reappearing).
Seems like...
I can tell you that when I awoke Sunday morning (PDT), my new views were at 162 and my percentage gain towards level 26 (I've been on level 25 for ever) was at 45%.
When I awoke today (Wednesday), those numbers had not changed. At about 10am my views readjusted to 71 new views (even though I posted a blog Sunday afternoon which would normally equate to a minimum of 300 new views for just Sunday and Monday). The 71 NVs would be what I would normally expect for Tuesday... the third day after a new post. My level % is still 45 (for the 4th consecutive day) even though I was on line and made close to 100 new posts the last four days.
Since the buyout a coupla months ago, the management of this site has gone to hell on many levels. Thank God we still have each other to rely on (several people have written Good-bye blogs in the last week because they can't take the abuse from the moderators anymore).
This has got to stop... more later.
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EDIT: Check out this...
...to get a better idea of some of the system and/or editor problems ocurring on this site. It stars our own
SPARKLE FARKLE...and...
Saw this last night in a rerun, and it reminded me of recent events - especially since the last guy to die had complained of numb feet (uh-oh) just before this clip started.
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On a different (lighter, brighter) note, I went to my primary doctor yesterday and it looks like I am near or at the end of my three or four doctor visits per month. I have one more visit with each of my three doctors scheduled... and then it's time to sit down with the lawyers and figure up what were gonna ask the cab company for.
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As I often do, I stopped at my local watering hole on the way home and happened to sit one stool over from a regular who is there most times I drop in. I know him only as Randy (my middle name is Randall and I was called Randy until I went to high school when it changed to Jon - much to my delight).
Anyway, we became engaged in a 3-way conversation with the bartender (Mike), and I found out that Randy used to play with the Beach Boys and that Dennis Wilson (now deceased) was the best man at Randy's first wedding.
We started talking Rock 'n Roll (and Mike played several of the B-Boys songs on the juke box that he knew Randy had played on). I don't remember much (I never seem to, anymore), but we exchanged numerous anecdotes about RnR going back to the Sixties.
Here's one we talked about at great length (for some reason), and I found the only really, viable YouTube of it (it's shorter and liver and doesn't take 2 minutes to load).
Then I had a few more drinks... and things got a little blurry. More later (if I can remember)...
...Jon
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