WordPress continues to “tweak” its interface and making it more difficult to smoothly produce posts without having to jump through hoops. That means that every day and every change increases the likelihood this blog might migrate to another platform or cease to function altogether.
Honestly, I don’t understand it. Who is WordPress listening to? No user I know is asking for these changes and no one I know is happy with the direction they’re taking.
Most companies start going downhill once they stop listening to their customers and, instead, start telling their customers “how things should be”.
I’m hoping (and I’m on the lookout) for a new blogging platform to crop up and feed the multitude of disgruntled WordPress users. And, it says something when a fairly loyal user (me) is actually considering stopping the blog as a viable alternative to the continued aggravation.
I soldier on . . . frustrated, pissed off, irritated, and generally displeased, but I soldier on. Soon, I’ll start looking at alternatives but, for now, I offer THIS blog post from a happier and more carefree time. The post reviews a strip we took to Mt. Baker, WA. Specifically, it discusses how the post-processing tools improved over the years and salvaged photos that had been deemed unusable. I should do another post using the latest tools (much better than four years ago).
And now, the photo:
That’s a Western Bluebird (female, I think) in (appropriately) a field of blue.
The concept of tipping is well-ingrained in the American psyche. There is a fair amount of discussion one can have as to the benefits (or not) of the practice. I’m of two minds about it. On the one hand, I’m annoyed that restaurants charge me for the pleasure of being served the food I purchase.
On the other hand, waiters and waitresses can make a pretty decent living with their income somewhat tied to the service they give. For a full discussion of the pros and cons, HERE is an informative piece.
Meanwhile, one possible consequence of eliminating tipping (funny, but unlikely).
Poor Mr. Boffo . . . he ain’t never gets no respect.
And now . . . Idle Hands Make Lines Too — the feathery edition.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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