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“Enter title here”

So, I let WP do the automagic upgrade to 3.0 business, and what to my eyes does so stupidly appear? First time I click to start a new post, the software “helpfully” places “Enter title here” in the title bar.

*feh* That’s just insulting. Is there really any great number of WP users who are so abysmally stupid that huge masses of WP users cannot figure out where the post title goes? The way I see it, if a WP user cannot figure out where to put the post title, then that user should be assigned a guardian, placed in an “Assisted Computing Facility” (“Here, dearie, let me make that mouse click for you!”),strapped into a straitjacket (or chained to a Mac; same difference *heh*) and fed through a tube.

“Enter title here” MHWA!

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Oh, No I Didn’t!

Oh, yes I did… *heh*

OK, so thinking on the “If This Thing Had Thumbs…” post led to thoughts of Kzin Cubs which led, not-so-directly, to this (don’t ask how. No, I told you not to ask!):

“WHO PUT THE TRIBBLES IN THE QUADROTRITICALE?”

(to the tune of “Who Put the Overalls in Mrs. Murphy’s Chowder?”)

by Jean Lamb

We were down on Sherman’s Planet just about a week ago,
And our gallant crew decided to put on a show.
The Science Staff brought down a bin with seeds of a new strain–
Its fruitfulness would bring the rival Klingons lots of pain.
Mr. Spock, he opened it, and blushed a pure clear green,
For where the precious grain was, only tribbles could be seen.
The captain, he got screaming mad, his eyes were bulging out!
He got on Communications, and loudly he did shout:

(Chorus)

“Who put the tribbles in the quadrotriticale?”
Nobody spoke, so we interrogated daily.
It’s a Klingon trick, it’s true,
And we’ll lick the clique that threw
The tribbles in the quadrotriticale.

Mr. Spock, he nodded grim, and said he had to then.
Then he started looking for a man called Cyrano.
Uhura picked up one of them, and it started purring fine;
Then she walked by a bureaucrat and it began to whine.
The Klingon spy confessed at length, then pleaded for the fuzz.
Even Federation jail was better than a tribble’s buzz!
Mr. Spock let Cyrano Jones out of his makeshift jail,
Picked up his synthesizer, and it began to wail:

(Chorus)

Now the tribbles have a home across the leap of time,
While littering the corridors of Station Deep Space Nine;
Worf is angry and frustrated, till he’s almost sick,
And Quark is offering customers Roast Tribble On A Stick.
The Chronocops are wondering if all is truly well,
So Sisko takes his refuge in the phrase, “Don’t ask, don’t tell!”
When Klingon ships arrive to conquer where the beasties dwell,
They flee in panic to avoid this awful Tribble Hell!

(Chorus)

Which did cause me to wonder what the heck “Who Put the Overalls In Mrs. Murphy’s Chowder” sounded like, so:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jspZ-I8a-WA

And that, of course, led to this:

And, from a 1901 (hence really, really public domain) wax cylinder recording found reproduced here:

[audio:Who-Threw-the-Overalls-in-Mrs-Murphy’s-Chowder.mp3]

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