Tom Coates, everybody’s favorite hazard to small children ( …what’s the difference between Michael Jackson and a plastic bag?), hits the nail on the head. Lately I’ve been feeling like the only thing I could write about if I did post here would be work. Work, or some largely–unentertaining facet of my personal life.
The silence is for your protection, and has absolutely no correlation to my laziness at this current juncture.
For quite some time now I’ve been hiding in shame while my RDF and XML syndicates have gone to hell in a handbasket. If you’ve been subscribed to the RSS 1.0 feed and haven’t been receiving updates… welcome back; if you’ve been silently steaming at the fact that my RSS 2.0 feed wasn’t even valid… you can settle down. With an encouraging where–the–hell–did–your–feed–go? nudge from Makiko Itoh, all has been resolved.
To put it succinctly, the whole damn lot has been fucked up because I did something stupid nigh on a month ago and never went back to fix it. Amazing how that happens, isn’t it? A quick trip to Mark and Sam’s template resource brought me some fresh, valid, templates; and a little tweaking put everything back the way it should be. Read it, validate it, live it, love it.