Corrupt Cookies on the Loose!

Hi there!  I’m popping in with boring technical stuff.  A few of you have experienced difficulty with TypePad’s "Remember Me" feature when typing a comment.  This may be caused by a corrupted cookie on your computer.  Try deleting your cookies, then restart your browser and post a comment, checking the "Remember Me" box.  This will give you a new cookie that should take care of the problem. 

Sherrie Holmes, hunting down rogue corrupted cookies so that the blog streets are safe once more

27 thoughts on “Corrupt Cookies on the Loose!”

  1. I’ve just been told by two different websites that I don’t exist and I’m an unauthorized invader, websites on which I get regular mail, mind you. I think the corrupt cookies have been melting together in the oven.
    Pat

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  2. I’ve just been told by two different websites that I don’t exist and I’m an unauthorized invader, websites on which I get regular mail, mind you. I think the corrupt cookies have been melting together in the oven.
    Pat

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  3. I’ve just been told by two different websites that I don’t exist and I’m an unauthorized invader, websites on which I get regular mail, mind you. I think the corrupt cookies have been melting together in the oven.
    Pat

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  4. Cathy, Christopher the Assassin (also known as my cat) would very happily munch his way through any corrupt cookies! (And chocolate chip, indeed–oh, you are bad!) Pat, I agree with you–those corrupt cookies have definitely been melting in the oven! ~Sherrie

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  5. Cathy, Christopher the Assassin (also known as my cat) would very happily munch his way through any corrupt cookies! (And chocolate chip, indeed–oh, you are bad!) Pat, I agree with you–those corrupt cookies have definitely been melting in the oven! ~Sherrie

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  6. Cathy, Christopher the Assassin (also known as my cat) would very happily munch his way through any corrupt cookies! (And chocolate chip, indeed–oh, you are bad!) Pat, I agree with you–those corrupt cookies have definitely been melting in the oven! ~Sherrie

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  7. Sherrie, tell Christopher the Assassin that my cats, Sethra the Supper Thief and Aliera the Beeping Alien, have his back.

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  8. Sherrie, tell Christopher the Assassin that my cats, Sethra the Supper Thief and Aliera the Beeping Alien, have his back.

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  9. Sherrie, tell Christopher the Assassin that my cats, Sethra the Supper Thief and Aliera the Beeping Alien, have his back.

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  10. Obviously cats figure prominently in the lives of writers! Christopher is always faking me out. He has learned to say “hello” in a voice that is so startlingly clear and human-sounding that I’m forever leaping out of my computer chair thinking someone has walked into the house!
    Sherrie

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  11. Obviously cats figure prominently in the lives of writers! Christopher is always faking me out. He has learned to say “hello” in a voice that is so startlingly clear and human-sounding that I’m forever leaping out of my computer chair thinking someone has walked into the house!
    Sherrie

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  12. Obviously cats figure prominently in the lives of writers! Christopher is always faking me out. He has learned to say “hello” in a voice that is so startlingly clear and human-sounding that I’m forever leaping out of my computer chair thinking someone has walked into the house!
    Sherrie

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  13. Pangur Ban
    I and Pangur Ban my cat,
    ‘Tis a like task we are at:
    Hunting mice is his delight,
    Hunting words I sit all night.
    Better far than praise of men
    ‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
    Pangur bears me no ill-will,
    He too plies his simple skill.
    ‘Tis a merry task to see
    At our tasks how glad are we,
    When at home we sit and find
    Entertainment to our mind.
    Oftentimes a mouse will stray
    In the hero Pangur’s way;
    Oftentimes my keen thought set
    Takes a meaning in its net.
    ‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
    Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
    ‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
    All my little wisdom try.
    When a mouse darts from its den,
    O how glad is Pangur then!
    O what gladness do I prove
    When I solve the doubts I love!
    So in peace our task we ply,
    Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
    In our arts we find our bliss,
    I have mine and he has his.
    Practice every day has made
    Pangur perfect in his trade;
    I get wisdom day and night
    Turning darkness into light.
    — Anon., (Irish, 8th century)
    ——————————————————————————–
    Written by a student of the monastery of Carinthia on a copy of St
    Paul’s Epistles.
    Translated by Robin Flower.

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  14. Pangur Ban
    I and Pangur Ban my cat,
    ‘Tis a like task we are at:
    Hunting mice is his delight,
    Hunting words I sit all night.
    Better far than praise of men
    ‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
    Pangur bears me no ill-will,
    He too plies his simple skill.
    ‘Tis a merry task to see
    At our tasks how glad are we,
    When at home we sit and find
    Entertainment to our mind.
    Oftentimes a mouse will stray
    In the hero Pangur’s way;
    Oftentimes my keen thought set
    Takes a meaning in its net.
    ‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
    Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
    ‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
    All my little wisdom try.
    When a mouse darts from its den,
    O how glad is Pangur then!
    O what gladness do I prove
    When I solve the doubts I love!
    So in peace our task we ply,
    Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
    In our arts we find our bliss,
    I have mine and he has his.
    Practice every day has made
    Pangur perfect in his trade;
    I get wisdom day and night
    Turning darkness into light.
    — Anon., (Irish, 8th century)
    ——————————————————————————–
    Written by a student of the monastery of Carinthia on a copy of St
    Paul’s Epistles.
    Translated by Robin Flower.

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  15. Pangur Ban
    I and Pangur Ban my cat,
    ‘Tis a like task we are at:
    Hunting mice is his delight,
    Hunting words I sit all night.
    Better far than praise of men
    ‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
    Pangur bears me no ill-will,
    He too plies his simple skill.
    ‘Tis a merry task to see
    At our tasks how glad are we,
    When at home we sit and find
    Entertainment to our mind.
    Oftentimes a mouse will stray
    In the hero Pangur’s way;
    Oftentimes my keen thought set
    Takes a meaning in its net.
    ‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
    Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
    ‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
    All my little wisdom try.
    When a mouse darts from its den,
    O how glad is Pangur then!
    O what gladness do I prove
    When I solve the doubts I love!
    So in peace our task we ply,
    Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
    In our arts we find our bliss,
    I have mine and he has his.
    Practice every day has made
    Pangur perfect in his trade;
    I get wisdom day and night
    Turning darkness into light.
    — Anon., (Irish, 8th century)
    ——————————————————————————–
    Written by a student of the monastery of Carinthia on a copy of St
    Paul’s Epistles.
    Translated by Robin Flower.

    Reply

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