A post will be coming soon in honor of GM’s birthday, but a couple of you have asked WTF I meant about the hacking. I am not entirely sure I was hacked in the worst way. I think the developer of the template I was previously using decided to turn on a link or something. It ONLY happens with that one template and only started happening two days ago. And none of my content was messed with.
Phew.
And now that I have done a scan for random links and have a new template installed I can (hopefully) move forward.
The thing is that coding themes and templates is crazy hard. I do tweaking of themes and even that can take me hours and hours. The themes I use usually have a credit link down at the bottom and I leave that alone. Some person spent a lot of time putting together the foundation of something for me to jump creatively off of and I appreciate that. What annoys me is when the designer goes bananas with random secret links. I am SO cool with linking back to the designer’s web page or even like one or two links that might generate some ad revenue for the designer.
But seriously. Turning on a link, without my consent, to a penis enhancer drug? Lame. And annoying. And I am bummed because I dug my previous theme. I am not sure how I feel about this one yet. hmmmmm…
And for those that wanted to see what it looked like, here you go:
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Yeah that’s fucked up. I’ll link back to anyone who did my template even if I paid for said template because I dig their work!
Now I will be on the look out for douche links!
I just use the free Blogger template and, of course, my header by Calliope! I am not cool enough to mess with code.
Wow. That’s really odd. I hadn’t noticed the Viagra ad at all. I guess I’m not very observant. I too usually just use the blogger provide templates and your header and then tweak colors some.
Vi.agra ads now escape from inboxes and reside in templates, eh?
Creative, but kinda pathetic. Also, I giggled.
Did anybody click the link?
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Heeeheee giggling like a school girl. Viagra of all sites.
Viagra equals erections equals babies? Hummmm.
That reminds me of a funny story. Long ago, when my mother and her sister were young twenty-somethings, they were approached at a chic Manhattan sidewalk cafe by a man with a movie camera. The man told them they were exactly the type of young ladies he was looking for to play a small role in his movie. With their permission, he would film them right then and there.
This was in the nineteen forties when girls were a lot more naive than they are today about men with movie cameras. Mom and Aunt A. were thrilled and quickly repaired to the ladies room to primp and practice looking like Lauren Bacall. Then they returned to their table where the man with the camera instructed them to talk animatedly about plans to attend the opera or some such thing. Filming over, the man handed them each a crisp twenty dollar bill and departed. Mom and Aunt A. were so excited that they forgot to ask when the movie was going to be released.
Months went by and then they encountered a distant cousin at a family function. The cousin informed them, amid gales of laughter, that he had attended a bachelor party at which a raunchy movie was shown. Amid the scenes of debauchery was a thirty-second scene of mom and Aunt A. chatting at a sidewalk cafe with some completely pornographic dialogue dubbed in.
True story and one that made the rounds of family gatherings for decades.