An Open Letter To WordPress

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I’m always up for a good ranty rant, and this one touches on one of my sore spots: feeping creaturism.

Originally posted on Fish Of Gold:


I am loath to write yet another letter to you, since I typically prefer to spend my time writing actual blog posts, but I’ve been bitching on Twitter and in your forums to no avail, so maybe you’ll pay attention to a blog post. It’s not likely, but hey, you never know.

Please, stop. Just put down whatever you’re working on and stop with the futzing. You have been tinkering under my hood long enough and you know what? None of the “improvements” you’ve made are actually improvements.

Below, you will find explanations as to why your improvements aren’t improvements sorted conveniently by feature.

Post Editor

Let’s talk about this “Beep beep boop” post editor nightmare with less than half the functionality of the old editor. Thankfully, you haven’t taken away the old editor yet. However, I fully expect that one day, I will go to write a…

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19 Things You Need To Know Before You Date A Sarcastic Girl

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Not that any of them are ever going to look my way or anything.

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:

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1. We’re always messing with you

Don’t take it too seriously. We’re playful, like cats with laser pointers. You’re the cat and we’re the laser pointer. Or something, I don’t know. Just take the joke and throw it back, okay?

2. Mean comments are displays of affection

There’s nothing more intimate or affectionate than me calling you an asshole and kissing you afterwards, trust.

3. We remember everything

That time you tripped outside the movie theatre, that embarrassing picture of you dressed as a lacrosse bro on Halloween freshman year. We like to keep our joke bank fresssssh, so don’t think that anything goes unnoticed or is off limits.

4. You can make fun of us too

We can honestly take a joke, even about our appearance. It’s fun when you bite back.

5. We come off cocky, but it’s a front

We’ll say inflated things about our…

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Intent Is Everything


This guy had more nerve than I did at that age, which isn’t saying much.

Originally posted on Bark's Doghouse:


For my fifteenth birthday, I had a devious plan. I invited several of the prettiest girls in school to my house, put on an R. Kelly CD, and hid the Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit, and Strategic boxes, leaving exactly one party game available to play.


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“Microaggressions”, “Trigger Warnings”, and the New Meaning of “Trauma”


[This is a test of the Reblog feature, which I’ve never used before.]

Originally posted on chrishernandezauthor:

When I joined the Marines, I met a man who had survived a helicopter crash during a training exercise. The first time I saw him his head and face were covered in burn scars. A balloon filled with saline, that looked like a dinosaur’s crest, was implanted in his scalp to stretch the skin so hair could grow. Something that looked exactly like the checkered buttstock of an M16A2 was imprinted on one side of his head. He greeted me when I checked in to my unit, and totally ignored the shocked expression I must have had when he approached. He shook my hand, asked a few questions, then left with a friendly “See you later, PFC.” His demeanor left me with the absurd thought, Maybe he doesn’t know how strange he looks.

He had been assigned to my reserve unit while undergoing treatment at a nearby military burn unit…

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Hmmm. Middle of the afternoon, I have four sites to deal with, and none of them will load. Not sure what the issue is yet.

Update, six minutes later:  And they’re back.  Sometimes I think just taking perfunctory action, which this was, is enough to wake the Fates from their boozy slumber.