tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14311740.post2873034082756109313..comments2008-05-21T14:18:24.806-07:00Comments on Alan's Place: Rest In Peace, AceAlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00999861302655014098noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14311740.post-38555131673898856482008-05-21T14:18:00.000-07:002008-05-21T14:18:00.000-07:00There used to be a link at the bottom of your post...There used to be a link at the bottom of your posts for an "English" version, but that is now gone. Thanks for the English direct-link - it's much mo' betta.<BR/><BR/>Also, the comments do not appear to be displaying on your site at the bottom of the stories. Instead, I see:<BR/><BR/># Exception: TypeError<BR/># Message : contentDiv.getElementsByClassName("comment-manage-link").each is not a function<BR/><BR/>Just FYI!Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00999861302655014098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14311740.post-17742133971063488142008-05-21T13:14:00.000-07:002008-05-21T13:14:00.000-07:00It moved? Hmm. Don't recall where it used to be, b...It moved? Hmm. Don't recall where it used to be, but para inglés oprima <A HREF="http://web.mac.com/incitatus/cameraobscura/Blog/Blog.html" REL="nofollow">aquí</A>.Bricriu Nemthengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09811634218911958248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14311740.post-5052254975258593022008-04-22T10:03:00.000-07:002008-04-22T10:03:00.000-07:00Thanks for the condolences, amigos. Our youngest s...Thanks for the condolences, amigos. Our youngest son occasionally says "Hi!" to Ace, telling us that he's "up in the clouds running around now".<BR/><BR/>It's a nice way to think of him.<BR/><BR/>P.S. Where did the english version of your blog go, bricriu?Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00999861302655014098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14311740.post-13394687978375154042008-04-12T01:33:00.000-07:002008-04-12T01:33:00.000-07:00Holy crap! It's been ages since I've seen Ace last...Holy crap! It's been ages since I've seen Ace last, but I remember his frantic dashes out the front door whenever someone opened it like it was yesterday. Hard to believe his time has already come. So sorry for your loss, Alan.Bricriu Nemthengahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09811634218911958248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14311740.post-34329884791180337862008-04-10T17:28:00.000-07:002008-04-10T17:28:00.000-07:00Aw shitskis. I'm sorry to hear of this loss. It's ...Aw shitskis. I'm sorry to hear of this loss. It's a lot like losing a child. Fly free, Ace.Branthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177846697589490378noreply@blogger.com