Geek Critique

I'm having a bit of Geek pique. Don't those folks have enough to do? Why are they messing around with Blogger?

I've been blogging for about six years (I can't be precise because I can't find my stats) and I know the territory. Draft, post, label—I could blog in my sleep, and often have. But tonight I walked into Blogspot and almost tripped—the furniture's been rearranged! Don't webmasters understand that we don't want new and improved? We want familiar!

And the whole Timeline thing on Facebook is a fiasco for me. So we're creating scrapbooks now? All my photo albums are neatly stacked in iPhoto where the Mac people told me to put them. Six years ago the Geeky guys didn't give me directions to Picasa—is it in Italy? Why would I be importing my photos from there??
 

I feel lost and confused—there's no map to this new world. 

The Geeks are freaking me out!

Random Musings

Els Mere Village

I've spent a lot of time in a foreign land lately. Kirby Puckernut lives on WordPress, and they speak a different language over there. After I post on Kirby's blog, I come back to Blogger whispering "There's no place like home, there's no place like home . . ." The icons along the top of the page are familiar, the publish post button is colorful, and save now is easy to find. Images don't jump randomly through the text, but land neatly where I want them to go.

My website is on Square Space, and I feel like a stranger there, too. It's a different culture. I love Blogger—plain old Blogger, not the new version. Why do they keep updating everything? Gmail changed things around just after I got comfortable, and Google Reader has a disappearing navigation system now. I'm an old dog and new tricks are confusing.

I'm getting tired of my ghosting gig. Writing is its own reward and I love putting words together, but it's difficult to write in another person's voice and wonder the whole time if I'm getting it right. Because they get the feedback, I never know. So far, however, people are more willing to pay me when my name's not on it. Just like William Porter—he was an ex-con and nobody wanted his name on stuff either. So he signed his work O. Henry. I guess Kirby Puckernut can work for me.

Since I pose as an elf, I did a little elfing myself today.

Oma's traditional Open Me Now package,
filled with trinkets, activity pages, stickers and bubblegum,
hit the assembly line.

Opa hit the post office line.

Back to my original theme: I love Blogger, I love blogging. And I love you for reading my blog, (even when it's totally random.)

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