Daily Post?

Letters

I am overcome with sadness annoyance at the new WordPress initiative, The Daily Post. It seems to advocate a noble sentiment: keeping your blog and your readers happy and satisisfied with a post a day.

Hmph.

I thought writing blog posts were something you did when the mood took you, or when you felt you had an unquashable need to pollute the internet with your incessant ramblings. Or maybe that last one’s just me.  Anyhow, I thought that blogging was supposed to be fun. I suppose that if you blog for work, or for a living, it is  maybe necessary to write a post a day. But somehow, I feel that WordPress are being almost militant about the whole thing.

A noble cause it may be (advocating stamina, strength of mind and creativity, as much as it pains me to admit it), but I find that feels too much like hard work.* Especially when the thing I’m putting so much effort into is something I started for fun.

And you know what happens when you put too much work into something, don’t you? You go from liking it to despising it. You start off utterly committed, but end up sick of the sight of whatever you’re trying so hard at. I don’t really want to post my blog to corruption, because I happen to really like blogging. And I don’t really want to not like doing it.**

Another thing that annoys me about The Daily Post is that it basically does the same thing as the fantastic Plinky Prompts.

Hark, an example. 

Oh, and one more point: if I did indeed write a post a day, I would become a slave to the laptop, my fingers prematurely arthritic and swollen. You would all run, screaming: ‘no more, posts, Josie! No more!’

Which is a lose-lose situation for both of us.

*Wow, I sound lazy here. But then, I am. Take that, WordPress. Hurrah for lazy bloggers!

**Barg.

Festive Posting

I am one of those suckish and horrible bloggers who don’t post over the holidays.
This is for two reasons.

1. My brother (IF YOU ARE READING THIS, NICK. IF YOU ARE, STOP IT. STOP NOW) took great pleasure in antagonising me over my what can only be called eccentric subject matter.

2. I was using up enough energy in trying to make myself feel in any way festive to put effort into being my utterly beguiling, ravishing, interesting and usually gramatically correct internet self.

This shocking behaviour lies in stark contrast with the lovely Pie and Biscuits who lovingly and carefully kept up the festive cheer in a series of fantastic, well written and extremely enjoyable posts. I thank P’n’B for being so committed and helping me through the trials of Christmas, a time that is so very dificult for all of us.

I will make up for it, impoverished readers. I promise.

Meanwhile, here is a picture.

That’s what I was really doing all holiday. Eating pomegranates. And watching Doctor Who.

Why Won’t You Comment?

 

Comment is free! So why don't any of you guys do it?

If you know who this guy is– Charles Prestwich Scott– , in relation to comments, unaided by google or any other search engine, you get a very awesome prize. GO!

Ah, the comment. My heart leaps every time I see that text-box at the bottom of a web page, a blank canvas ready for me to say exactly what I think. And I do. Frequently.

Sexy Stats (and Various Other Sexy Things. Or not.)

WordPress bloggong staff. You disappoint me.

Look at this.

Look away, children! *faints from all the sexiness*

Self Like-age

I like this comic. But do I 'Like' it?

Okay, Mr WordPress. Answer me this.

WHY let people ‘Like’ their own posts? Just… why?

Me and my crazy, jerky, tired, decrepit mouse just can’t cope. And when my crazy, jerky, tired, decrepit mouse gets really annoyed with life and goes on the rampage, it does its own thing. It runs and gambols around my computer screen like a new-born lamb or an 80-year-old on acid. It is TOTALLY UNCONTROLLABLE.

So there is nothing to stop it from defying the laws of nature and ‘like’-ing a post that it itself helped create.

WordPress, for the sake of my sanity, I implore you! Do a weeny bit of extra coding– it won’t be too much stress, I promise– and GET THE LIKE BUTTON TAKEN OFF OF ALL MY POSTS.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

The Best Droolage On The Web.

Pavlov’s dogs never drooled as much.  The salivary acinar cells have never been worked so hard.

The reason?

Ah, you’ll never guess.

Keely and Ninja Face

Hello.

Did you miss me?

His name is Ninja face. You'll get it soon. Maybe.

On Boys, Bikes and Mistaken Identity

I am a blogger* and a geek, therefore I have no life.

So, what do I do during the summer holidays when I am on my lonesome (for, due to my nerd-dom, I have no friends)? I ride up and down the canal path near where I live, on my bike.**

First, let me explain about my bike.

Blogging Is Scary Again.

Oh, I long for the days when I could look at my blog with reckless abandon.

Cute, but I don't really know wh-- oh, I get it now.

Unfortunately, as a four month-old blogger (okay, almost. His birthday is in  17 days), blogging is scary. Take this scenario for instance.