BronxWench

I’m always happy to help!  

Thank you again - makes sense, thanks also for the explanation! I really appreciate all the support.

I think I have it sorted out.
At the moment. members aren’t able to edit details of stories, add tags, or move them within the subdomain. More gremlins infesting the code...

Yay, that’s done it! Thank you!

I’ll send you new links. Sometimes you need to actually do the activation again, and then the password reset, and it’ll take. Honestly, the password reset is quirky since the new code rollout.

Hey there! I’ve sent you the links to activate the account and reset your password. Let me know if you have any issues!  

Whatever it is, it's really gnawing at my obsessive side. >.>
It seems that the problem only happens to things that are edited.
But whatever is added in the very first instance, seems to work properly.
Anyone who wants to have a clean description or tags, be sure to make the first post count.

Maybe we should conduce some kind of exorcism?

Honestly, I think we’re WAY beyond that point by now… I think they’re in the fucking software… they’re in the fucking closet, trying on our heels, sparkly dresses and our favourite lipstick at this point. 

Should we be worried that the Gremlins might get into the wires and eats the connections?

I’ve been debating fireballs myself, since it’s happening to everyone. Apostrophes are turned into numbers, punctuation disappears, and boldface text is just not on. I really do wish I was a coder somedays…  

More gremlins. I’ve tried to edit that myself, and even I can’t fix it. 

More gremlins. I’ve tried to edit that myself, and even I can’t fix it. 

Just a reminder for our guest alliremember:  You can criticize writing technique, or even a total lack of logic in a story, but remarks about the author on a personal basis violate our Terms of Service. Keep it less toasty, please, unless you’re willing to bring enough marshmallows for everyone.

Just a reminder for our guest alliremember:  You can criticize writing technique, or even a total lack of logic in a story, but remarks about the author on a personal basis violate our Terms of Service. Keep it less toasty, please, unless you’re willing to bring enough marshmallows for everyone.

You know the old adage: “Do not invoke that which you cannot banish.”  

I am so in accordance with this. All of this. (Except the living on my own, which is something I aspire to with all my heart.)

You know the old adage: “Do not invoke that which you cannot banish.”  

Don’t we have a whole bunch of writers who are obsessed with gremlins and other magical creatures that cause chaos? Maybe they have some kind of magic spell?

I wish there was a workaround. Unfortunately, no one’s found one yet, so we have to wait for whatever coding gremlins have infested the archive to be properly banished (which is impossible when a corgi decides we’re supposed to give her all our supper).

It’s oddly specific about what it will and will not do. It’s fine with italics, but boldface is just not cutting it. It’s like dealing with my corgi.  
 

I am so in accordance with this. All of this. (Except the living on my own, which is something I aspire to with all my heart.)

I am so in accordance with this. All of this. (Except the living on my own, which is something I aspire to with all my heart.)

Not exactly a fandom but a book. I won’t read it. I live on my own these days and nobody makes the long trip up the hill to visit anymore so I have a pretty good idea what I’ve got in the house, and I know for a fact I did not buy that book. I certainly didn’t borrow it from the library. (They are good people there, the librarians, dedicated, and they have standards even in these days when their power and their glory is unknowingly ignored by so many). Sometimes it’s on the shelf. Sometimes it’s on the table. I’ve seen it in the kitchen cupboard and I found it in the attic when I went to investigate the noise (a swallow had got in, and driven to panic by the tome wished to get out. I helped it. Of course I did. I’m no monster no matter what the villagers said). The cover has a nice blue, though the face that gazes from it is not appealing and speaks of an unhealthy appetite, of wealth gained too young. The pages rifle pleasingly in the breeze, even in a still room. I don’t care. Offer me what you may. Tempt me, taunt me. I can’t be bought, or broken. The line is drawn, underlined, surrounded by unevenly doodled pentagrams, in both black, and in red.
I’m never gonna fucking read "May I Have Your Attention Please?" the autobiography of James Corden.
This I swear by the old gods, the new, and those yet to come.

Much appreciated. Now on to new things.