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Weigh Your Words Carefully ('cause they're heavy)

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There is a serious problem with Bloggersbase, which I intend to bring to the forefront and risk being the "whistleblower." It is a problem that I, personally, have already encountered several times, and after reading someone else's comment apologizing for a typo in their post title, I decided to blog about it here. This life-and-death defect is. . . your posting set in stone . Yes. It's true. Once you left-click that mouse of yours with your trusty little itchy pointer finger on the button that says "publish," you have altered the universe . Your post is now out there in the hot sun, like an overripe, wormy fruit hanging half off its branch in the peach orchard about to splat all over the ground, for all to see. And it is absolutely unchangeable, irreversible, IMMUTABLE FOREVER . Then, it might actually even disappear! With your kind indulgence (or not), I will explain: I have experienced this phenomenon several times, as I mentioned above; the first...

The Pressure of Victory, the Agony of. . .

I don't believe it. I have to write something. But I must , even though I don't wanna . Why? Because they said so . That's right. THEY , the Bloggersbase powers-that-be, said I'd better get out there and write something quick or I will (horrors) lose my big chance at my FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME or something. And in addition, I might--IF I write a blog post, that is--actually WIN (applause appropriate here) enough to buy a Starbuck's Grande Vente Mocha Latte or whatever the hell they call them these days. But as I said before, I don't want to write. I'm exhausted. My daughter just left today. I'm missing her and I'm in a bad mood . I'm not even prepared to teach my class tonight (well, semi-prepared; did it last week...). All I want to do is vege-out, lie in bed and sleep and/or watch a movie. Ever have one of those days? You have a GA-Zillion things to do, -wash the dishes ...