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Tech Tips: Troubleshooting Blogger Comments

So this tech tip has been plaguing me for awhile. For some mysterious reason, I couldn't post comments from my laptop. I tried using different browsers, I tried clearing my cookies, I tried clearing my cache, I even tried adding a different account to my blogger to see if that would work. Nothing did. Finally, I admitted defeat and just began typing up my comments and emailing them to myself so I could post them on a different computer while I was on campus. It was annoying but it worked.

Today, I happened to notice that my Privacy Badger ad-blocker was blocking Blogger.com. I checked and my Ghostry blocker was doing the same thing. Once I turned it off Ghostry and Badger I was immediately able to post comments. I have told Ghostry to trust the Blogger site and I taught my Badger not to block it either.

I really like Privacy Badger especially, because it is local only to your computer so you can teach it to act in the way you want it to. It is still blocking other things on blogger, while Ghostry is completely off while I am on the site. Also, the badger has become almost like a pet for me, like a real badger. It is fun to take it to different sites so it can 'learn' to protect the computer.

Anyway, if you find you can't post comments, check your ad-blockers. That might be the problem!
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  1. Hi Elyse!

    I'm super impressed that you were able to troubleshoot this problem. If my ad-blocker had prevented me from commenting, I don't think I ever would've figured it out! I've never heard of privacy badger before, but it sounds really interesting. After looking it up, I think I might have to start using it because it sounds like a really great way to take back some control about my information.

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