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I hate wordpress so much

I just wrote a whole long post about the first chick of 2019, “forgot” to ctrl-C the whole thing and just hit publish, and it’s all lost.  403 error. This happens, oh, about every 5-8 times I try to post, and has been going on for months.  Usually, I remember to ctrl-A and ctrl-C just in case, but when I forget to, it’s sure to fail. There’s fine print at the bottom of the writing window that will tell you “failed to save”, if you think to check it.

It’s like the 1990’s when email would do this to you when you hit send.  Oops, gone!  No draft, no back button.

Usually I just bite the rage, sometimes angrily going through the help maze to “chat” with “help” (No. help.), and quickly retype the whole post while it’s still bright in my mind.

I’ve blogged on WP for ten years?  It never did this sh*t until I started paying for the extra features (when something is semi-functioning for free, hey, you live with it).  Lucky me I paid for the privilege of a non-functioning photo editor,  the random total disappearance of the contents of my right sidebar one day, crap customer service, and a rage-inducing experience on the reg. I’m building a robust antipathy to logging in to blog.  WP is on the downhill slope of the curve now.  Jump ship!  The cracks are appearing.

Tonight, I’m too tired to retype the chick story, so it has to wait until I simmer down, and I’m too frustrated to even make my rant funny:(

GRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr.

2012 in review: Ok. We’re all still here.

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I love the WordPress annual report.  Here’s mine, although it’s pretty torturous to watch, at least on my browser.  The world’s slowest, meekest fireworks.  If I waited outside for a show like this, I’d be pissed.

Although I eschew resolutions (I make those every New Week or less), it is a nice time to review.

So besides that the world didn’t suddenly end…

2012 on the whole was pretty damn rough.  It started out fine, but when my husband was unexpectedly denied entry to Canada, I moved all I own in two weeks, abandoned my garden, we left the lovely cozy barn we just finished, lived in a tent until we got the camper habitable, and proceeded to make a long-term habit of roaming around like itinerant snails with our camper.

I should have learned by now that it’s best to tell the whole truth at the time, but I hate that.  Continue reading 2012 in review: Ok. We’re all still here.