It seems like every time I check my news feed I see half a dozen articles that piss me off. I should really just stop reading the news, it always puts me in a bad mood.
Today I read a piece on the Huffington Post, “Why the Boy Scouts new policy on gays sets a dangerous precedent.” Article.
Before I go into the wrongness of the article I’ll give you a little background on myself. I was an active member in boy scouts for many years, during that time (fifteen years or so ago) were the first debates about homosexuals in scouting. I came down firmly on the side of gay rights. It was too early then, the changes were shot down. Many boy scout troops are also sponsored by religious organizations, mainly Christian, something else I was not a fan of, but that was the driving force behind the ban on homosexuals in the organization.
However… I think the BSA (Boy Scouts of America) just made a step in the right direction and opinion pieces like the one in the Huffington Post are steps in the wrong direction. Continue reading
I mentioned previously that I really hate the new changes to the WP reader. Well, at least we can fix one small part of them.
When WordPress made its most recent changes all the sudden our Gravitar stopped showing up next to our names by our posts. WP stopped putting the Gravitars up and started putting up something else (Why do we have Gravitars if they aren’t going to use them?), which is stupid on so many levels and took me forever to to fix it. I thought I should show the steps here and maybe some of you can avoid the headache.
In your reader click “My Site” on the top left. On that page, click “WP Admin” to go to your dashboard. Yes, you cannot fix this stupid update in the new blue screen.
Once you’re on your dashboard scroll down on the menu on the left hand side to “Settings”, a window will pop up with sub categories, select “General”.
On the general setting page, upper right will be a section for “Blog Picture/Icon”. That’s where you can add the pic that will show up next to your posts.
My Site > WP Admin > Settings > General > Blog Pic/Icon
**Your experience may differ but it took WP about 12 hours to ‘accept’ my photo and update it in the reader.**
This is not a blog about writing, however, it is a place for ranting. Many of the bloggers that I follow also write stories, some even write books, but over and over I see the same mistakes and it’s driving me nuts. If you’ve been following me for long enough you might remember the series of posts I did about poets last year, I’m just as hard on fiction writers. What bugs me is how few of these writers really focus on learning their craft before putting it out for the world to see.
I’m not talking about a missed comma here and there, I never pay much attention to them and as long as it isn’t frequent it’s forgivable, I’m talking about the style rules. If I see a book blurb, a first page, or the beginning of a post that violates these rules I don’t even bother reading further. Nope, it’s not worth it, the rest of the story/poem/book is probably just as bad. Continue reading
Fridays are supposed to be nice, easy, laid back days. Most of my Fridays are like that, thankfully. However, today was quite the opposite.
Work ran really late and it was hot out. Really hot out. It was an eleven hour day and by the end I felt like half a cave man, stubble thickening on my jaw, sticky with sweat, so hungry I was ready to beat something to death and so agitated that seemed preferable to stopping at McDonalds. I was a fucking monster, angry at the world, smelly, and frustrated.
As a little gift to myself, I decided to spend a bit of the work bonus I got this month on a new laptop. My good laptop died last year and I’ve been making do with one of my old netbooks that hasn’t quite died yet. I was thinking, hey, it’s Friday, work sucked, I deserve a little something nice and I have the cash. Continue reading
In case you hadn’t noticed WordPress changed their Reader layout over the last 24 hours. I’m sure it makes the site more smartphone-friendly, but as someone who only ever checks WP on a laptop the changes are ridiculous and annoying. Am I the only one that absolutely hates the newest change? Seriously, WP, WTF?
It’s a kind of hard to write much about the breakup with Stephanie, like most of our relationship it was pretty unremarkable. I suppose that’s a good thing but it does complicate writing about it.
When I first met Stephanie and we started going out I knew I was going to break her heart. While we’re the same age, she was far less experienced than me in relationships. She still harbored fairy tale dreams. It was interesting because on a superficial level she’s far more successful, good professional job, connections, but behind closed doors it was like she was 17 instead of in her thirties. I’m not going to go into her personal life here but she had some familial issues at a young age that delayed her sexual/romantic life. Think forty year old virgin but not quite as bad. Continue reading
**Those of you who are regular readers will know I have nothing against feminism. I make jokes sometimes but I also have four sisters and was raised in a family that was very firm on everyone, all people are equal. This is just a story and some thoughts about a particular individual and situation.**
As this relationship with Stephanie winds to its inevitable end (I’m seeing her tomorrow, break up time), I find myself reflecting on relationships and life. I’ve been remembering the great loves and losses, the good times and the bad, what really worked for me and what didn’t.
During this reflection I came to think about one of my first relationships.
In high school I started dating Anne (not to be confused with Ann St. Vincent, that was later). The story of the relationship is interesting, I’ve written about it previously (Anne pt 1, Anne pt 2). I’m not going into all the details, you can read the previous posts if you want that, but I’ll give a quick summary. Continue reading
Well, for it being a short week with a long holiday weekend it’s somehow turned into something utterly crap-tastic. One of those weeks that you wish would end but somehow you aren’t optimistic that the next week will be any better.
I got screwed over by the property managers I hired to take care of the townhouse that Cat and I still own thousands of miles away. They needed over three grand for mysterious repairs, denied sending me the necessary paperwork, declared it all an emergency, and now won’t even answer my emails. After I sent the money, of course. Money that I didn’t really have to spare. I’m sure it’s just a crappy agent and not a scam, I’ve worked with them for over five years, but it’s got me tearing my hair out at the roots -and I didn’t have that much hair to begin with. Continue reading