Uh Oh. WordPress Falls Down. Goes Boom.

Wordpress-Broken-ROH We had planned to look at the plugins and widgets we are running here at Raised on Hoecakes for a couple of reasons. First, end of year cleaning is always a good thing. Secondly, we wanted to make sure all the addons were up to date. And thirdly, we wanted to make some changes to some of the widgets.

We sat down and tried to do some work on the widgets and none of them work.


We can’t move them to disable them. We can’t change the settings or information within the widgets.

Zero. Nadda. Zilch.

One of the things that may be happening is that there is a corruption of the JS folder within WordPress itself. We are going to have to download the latest version of the program and FTP just that folder up onto the server at Hostwinds, our hosting company.

We also looked around and found that since upgrading to version 3.5 of WordPress, many people have had the same issue. The fact that we are not alone is a good thing. The fact that there are many proposed solutions is a bad thing. One of the solutions that seems to be working is changing the settings for the site on the server itself. We found this which seems to be our problem exactly:


On some hosting environments, aggressive settings for the “mod_pagespeed” addon can break the javascript code and cause scripts to not be able to function. This can cause many problems, such as widgets not working, menus not being draggable, the customizer not working, or the media screens not being available.

To fix the issue, you will need to disable mod_pagespeed, or adjust its settings to not take effect in the wp-admin directories. You may need to ask your hosting service for help on how to do this.

mod_pagespeed” is a module that allows faster loading of pages on the end user side.

The settings are on the server side, which means our friends at Hostwinds are going to look into that.

Otherwise, we aren’t sure what to do. We’ve done the old “disable all of the plugins and see if there is a conflict” trick, and that didn’t help.

If anyone out there in the land of hoecakes and honey has any suggestions, we’d appreciate it.


Tonight Is “Amateur Night.”

drunk-on-table-ROH While we were talking to a technician at Hostwinds yesterday, we wished him a happy and safe new year.

He replied that he was going to spend New Year’s Eve home with his wife as he was not going out on “amateur night.”

The term “amateur night” has always had a weird meaning to us. Because of the number of people out that will be partying, the connotation is that the people that are drunk and driving are not used to driving while intoxicated, hence the “amateur” label.

In other words, don’t go out on nights when there are “amateur drunks” behind the wheel, stay at home and wait until you can go out on nights when there are “professional drunk drivers” on the road.

Oy vey.

Last year, the police here in Satellite Beach somehow managed to not write a citation for driving under the influence. There is no way to know if the drunks managed to make it through town without being caught or whether the Satellite Beach cops are so merciless on drunk drivers and are looking for them more than most jurisdictions so drunk drivers stay away. (After all, it’s not like the SBPD has an extra motivation for catching drunk drivers or anything.)

The fact of the matter is that whether you are a “pro” or an “amateur,” driving drunk is stupid.

And it not stupid because you may get caught.

At The Time, We’re Sure They Found This Funny. But It’s Not. Not Even Close.

We are at a loss on this one.

On Sunday’s Melissa Perry-Harris show on MSNBC (don’t worry if you haven’t heard of the show – we hadn’t either) the assembled panel was looking at pictures and giving them captions in a segment called “What’s So Funny About 2013?”

“Everybody loves a baby picture,” Harris-Perry said, “and this was one that really, a lot of people had emotions about this baby picture this year. This is the Romney family. And, of course, there on Governor Romney’s knee is his adopted grandson, who is an African-American, adopted African-American child, Kieran Romney.”

As Harris-Perry made the introduction, panelist Pia Glenn sang “One of these things is not like the others, one of these things just isn’t the same,” a tune whose original lyrics read “one of these things doesn’t belong.”

“And that little baby, front and center, would be the one,” she added.

“And isn’t he the most gorgeous?” Harris-Perry said. “My goal is that in 2040, the biggest thing of the year will be the wedding between Kieran Romney and North West. Can you imagine Mitt Romney and Kanye West as in-laws?”

Educators Show They Cannot Distiguish A Game From Reality

Assassins-forrest-ROHThe Washington Post is reporting on a controversy that is building surrounding Blair High School in Montgomery County, Maryland.

Blair High School is the largest high school in the county and this past fall, 400 kids signed up via social networks to play a game called “Assassins.”

The student-organized game at Montgomery Blair High School involves no real violence, and supporters liken it to a complex game of tag.


The game works like this, according to a student: An “assassin” approaches a target, touches the person and uses the catchphrase: “Your a– is grass, and I’m the lawn mower.” The target avoids demise only if someone else steps forward and says “Witness.”


The game caught on quickly in November, with 400 students signing up in three days as word spread over Facebook. A few weeks later, it was profiled in the student newspaper, Silver Chips, which called it a massive contest of “wits and treachery.”

Sounds harmless, doesn’t it?

Not according to the so called “professionals.”

The Duck Dynasty Quack-fluffle

phil-robertson-ROHGrowing up we always liked watching the television show “The Beverly Hillbillies.” While the show was written as a comedy, there was also an underlying theme as to how so called “backwoods hicks” are often honest, decent people. Many episodes of the show dealt with how people tried to take advantage of the Clampetts only to have their plans foiled by the goodness of the Clampetts.

We suspect that five years ago the producers of A&E’s show “Duck Dynasty” tried a different tack. They wanted to show how stupid and silly a bunch of Louisiana hicks who had made a lot of money off of hunting products were. The plan backfired as the show became a hit. It resonated with people. In some ways we believe that a lot of America saw themselves or part of themselves in the Robertson family. Who doesn’t know of a crazy uncle? Who can’t understand the idea that brothers and sisters have that they can beat on each other, but people outside of the family cannot? The show also caught on because of the strong religious beliefs of the family. The show became not only the most popular show on the A&E network, but the most popular show on cable television ever.

Not surprisingly, the family gets a lot of media and personnel appearances requests. One such request came from GQ Magazine who ran a bio-piece on the Robertsons in general and their patriarch Phil Robertson in particular in their January, 2014 edition.

In the article, Phil Robertson made some comments that caused Katrina like storms. For example:

Phil On Growing Up in Pre-Civil-Rights-Era Louisiana
“I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once. Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I’m with the blacks, because we’re white trash. We’re going across the field…. They’re singing and happy. I never heard one of them, one black person, say, ‘I tell you what: These doggone white people’—not a word!… Pre-entitlement, pre-welfare, you say: Were they happy? They were godly; they were happy; no one was singing the blues.”

When asked what in his mind was sinful, Robertson responded:

R.I.P. Paul Blair

paulblair74cardFormer Baltimore Oriole Paul Blair passed away on Thursday night at the age of 69.

Many of you don’t but we do. We can remember sitting in the bleachers at Baltimore’s Memorial Stadium watching Blair roam centerfield with a grace we seldom see to this day.

But he was more to that than us. Growing up, we played a lot of youth sports including baseball and basketball and at the end of each season, the leagues hosted a banquet where trophies were handed out while people ate rubber chicken and waited to hear the guest speaker – usually a person from a local team like the Baltimore Colts or the Orioles.

One year that person was Paul Blair.

Geez, he was eloquent. He spoke of dreams and working to achieve those dreams. He spoke of putting your all into everything that you do. He said that he hoped the way he played showed 110% effort all the time. He said he was blessed to play professional sports, but it was his family that drove him and for whom he cared.

Hundreds of kids and their parents crammed into St. Anthony’s Hall to listen to Blair that night and there was no need for a PA system as no one in the audience made a sound.

After speaking, Blair hung around signing everything that people offered him. We suspect that he stayed longer than he was contractually obligated to because he was one of the last people out the door, having shaken every hand that people had thrust toward him.

The following spring, we remember going to the games to watch with new eyes as Blair played centerfield. He played very shallow – shallower than most – and yet somehow balls never got hit over his head. He made spectacular plays with a grace and ease and never seemed to point the finger at himself as if to say “look how good I am.” He didn’t have to.

We knew how good he was.

Why The Winter Has The Best Full Moons.

We were looking at the moon the other day and wondering the very question this video answers.

So now we know.

Christmas Smells.

Actually, we prefer the smell of a Christmas tree, but to each their own.


Courtesy Fowl Language Comics.

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