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It is because I love you that I tell you this


Ping, grand chancellor (Bass), Pang, grand purveyor (Tenor), and Pong, grand cook (Tenor) from Act 2 Scene 1 of the opera Turandot by Giacomo Puccini, This is from the 2002 coproduction of the Mariinski Theatre St. Petersburg and the Festpielhaus Baden-Baden. In my youth, the only ping was table tennis or Puccini's opera.

One simple word to show my deep, abiding and loyal love for you:

Ping-O-Matic

When you post, please ping. I know Technorati is a fickle mistress, so I understand your disdain and distrust. (However, they assure me via impersonal note that they are "upgrading spiders" tonight.)

But Ping-O-Matic...this is a third party, and hits multiple spiders.

If you post then ping? I get an adorable little notice, almost as cute as You've Got Mail!

I know, it's not all about me, but this benefits far and beyond me, honestly.

Con mucho gusto, Julio Down By the Schoolyard


copyright 2007 Julie Pippert

Comments

Christine said…
ok did it! but that is no guarantee that i did it right and i am not sure it will work. but i tried, just for you babe!
Anonymous said…
i like anything that calls -o-matic!
S said…
But what if we already ping Technorati?
Liv said…
hon, I've been having trouble even with the manual pinging for over a week now. the whole technorati system seems FUBAR.

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oh, Turnadot! my fave! ever.
Girlplustwo said…
you are generous and savvy friend and co-conspirator.
flutter said…
oh for the love of ping! ;)
atypical said…
I was never much good at ping pong. And, as an introvert, won't pinging give me an anxiety attack?

See what you've started? Now I need cookies.

;)

-t
Anonymous said…
My question is the same as SMs.

atypical -- I always need cookies.

On a different note, can you tell me what "Me and Julio" is about? I love the song, always have, but haven't the faintest clue what they are talking about.

Also, not to brag, but I went to their last two reunion concerts. It was the highlight of my life both times.
Anonymous said…
I'll try, but I am hopeless at all of this.

You know if you or anyone else would like to give a quicky idiots guide to blogging, the idiots would be most grateful.
Christine said…
emily--because wikipedia is all knowing and cannot be argued with i found this for you:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Me_and_Julio_Down_By_the_Schoolyard
Julie Pippert said…
Kim can I link to your blog for Snoskred?
Anonymous said…
Sure.
Magpie said…
Why doesn't it ping Bloglines?

I think Bloglines is wonky like Technorati.

What's better than Bloglines? I think I don't love it anymore.
Lawyer Mama said…
I will ping. My bloglines seems to take forever and a day to update sometimes. I just put up a new post 2 hours ago & it's still not showing in bloglines. I will try the ping.

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