Personally

A SHOCKING NUMBER of you have been voting for more personal posts and pictures from me, and I'm a little terrified that this has happened.

But that's cool. I get it. One of my greatest guilty pleasures in life is finding and reading un-apologetically personal blogs, sooo you know ... if I ever come across a blog with a poll asking me what I'd like to see more of, that's probably one of the first things I'd vote for.

Um. And if it wasn't one of the choices, I'd probably type it in the comments section under a handle like  DeZTInee's-CHiLD_6678865700 to throw people off my scent and protect my reputation. (If you ever receive a comment from OmAIGoD_GeOrGe_cLOOneY_4-evA!!!!!!!!!! with that exact number of exclaimation marks ... that was probably me too.)

... Man, that whole Anonymous Voting thing kind of blows because now I really want to know who wants to know.

Although I think I kind of know who ONE voter is ... even though she was being all coy about it.

I woke up to a text from Twinnie one morning that basically said, "Hey, so I voted for you to put more personal stuff up on your blog. Do it," because I think she sometimes needs things to read when she's bored and waiting in line for something like fish-ball noodle soup; followed by: "EH ... soooooooo .... what did everyone else vote for? I kind of need to know..."

I promised her I'd show her, but that was like a fortnight ago. And if I'm being super honest, I was waiting for the 'I like it when you feature items you're currently coveting' category to move up a few points because I was really rooting for that one.

But anyway ... Twinnie, I'm showing you what's the haps with the voting thing right now.

Did everybody just kind of look at this and go, "Well GREAT, now I have to click like a BAZILLION TIMES for personal crap to go up on this blog"? 'Coz now I feel stupid for splitting the posts and pictures options up.

Construction Ahead

AM ATTEMPTING TO make some layout changes to Raincloud for Rent, but Blogger is being unusually difficult.

And because I am incredibly lazy in general, I can't be arsed changing things back to the way they were before my stupid fingers started itching (I hate past C so badly at the moment, you have no idea).

So now if things look like a couple of HTML codes got a little too drunk and strippy around here, you will not be caught off guard.

Wordpress vs Blogger: The Age Old Battle

"Once I make up my mind, I'm full of indecision."

- Oscar Levant

I began my morning yesterday with a hastily-read article on the merits of Wordpress.

Being ultimately impressionable, I created a Wordpress account and proceeded to scroll merrily though the templates. I mean, if there's one thing I can never erase about myself, it's this: I love searching for templates. 

Templates are cool. Templates are awesome. And OMG, I was going to re-design my entire blog!

The nerd in me was exultant.

So I searched.

And searched some more. 

... and then I kept right on searching, recycling through the ones I'd already seen in a desperate bid to find a suitable template.

After about four hours, I had to acknowledge the dark frustration that had begun to fester in my chest: WORDPRESS HAS THE WORST COLLECTION OF FREE TEMPLATES I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

I was going barmy clicking through each of the odd hundred or so templates. How do other people do this? How are they satisfied with their templates? Am I just fussy and neurotic? I mean, if it isn't an ugly font, it's an ugly grey border that refuses to be eradicated sans the requisite $30 a year just to get your hands on the CSS.

Then, in my darkest hour when it seemed like all hope was lost, the $65 Watson theme unfurled its seductive tendrils and beckoned...

"Look at me," said the Watson theme in a husky dulcet tone. "Look at how minimal I am - I'm everything you're looking for in a template. Sticky post function, clean header space AND a proper sidebar! You'd be so happy on Wordpress with me ... Buy me ... buy me ... buy me ..."

"NO!" I howled in agony. "SIXTY-FIVE DOLLARS FOR SOMETHING I CAN'T EVEN WEAR IS DAYLIGHT ROBBERY!" 

"Well, I don't know about it being daylight robbery," said the Watson theme icily. "I really prefer to think of myself as a safe and necessary investment. Kind of like bonds."

"Did you really just compare yourself to bonds? Bonds have returns ... eventually. You're just a black hole! I'm going to regret you the minute I hand over my credit card details!" 

"You dropped $175 on an Isabel Marant canvas tote last month just because it had sequinned accents, who's the black hole here?"

"OMG. Who told you about that?"

"I know everything," said the Watson theme flippantly. "I'm like Google, only cuter 'cos my tags are framed in black boxes. Buy me, and find out what else I can do..."

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. "This conversation is over. I'm heading back to Blogger."

"Why won't you buy me? You buy just about everything else," said the Watson theme sulkily. "BUY MEEEE!!!"

As the last shriek of the Watson theme's banshee call faded into oblivion, so it came to be that I COULD NOT FIND A SUITABLE THEME ON WORDPRESS WITHOUT DOLING OUT A WAD OF CASH. 

Until I figure out a way to mould a template to my fancy over on Wordpress (or until they come up with something better), Raincloud for Rent shall remain on Blogger, where I hope Google will not delete my work on a fanciful whim. <-- 48 hours ago, I hadn't even realized that this was a legitimate threat.

... Blogging in 2012 is so much harder than it was at the turn of the century.







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