I was working on a post when I encountered a technical glitch. Instead of giving up, I explored everything I could think of, then I went over it one more time with feline. Still broken.
Kind of reminded me of the old story about the man who thought Fifi the poodle was off her feed.
The Doc said he didn’t think there was anything seriously wrong with the poodle, but the man INSISTED that he conduct every possible test. Rather than subjecting the animal to pokes, prods and other indignities, the doc went into the back room and came back with a cat on a leash. He led the cat around the ailing pet for a couple of circles without saying anything.
He then went into the back room and came back with a DOG on a leash. The dog gave one sniff, then turned and walked away.
What was THAT all about?
“What was THAT all about? the concerned pet owner asked.
“Take Fifi home. The cat scan and the lab report came back negative.”
The wall of desperation
This is what journalists do when faced with a deadline and nothing to fill the space. I’ve been there before. Remember the Pomeroy Frog Jumping contestant and Nellie Vess?