Browser Shenanigans …

My online world broke this morning, like this tile broke … and was rethought in the way that I’m having to rethink my desktop …

I was glad to hit on a familiar page at last with this one … my WordPress dashboard. Thankfully, it was the same as it’s always been. I heaved a sigh of relief when I arrived.

It was then 2.30 PM and I’d struggled since I sat down after breakfast and chores to get back to my familiar scenario. My troubles began when suddenly my online bank was unavailable and the helpline operator and I thought at first that I’d been hacked.

But no, my then-browser updated overnight and apparently threw up a firewall that kept me out of my bank as well as several other places. Well I thought, away with that browser. I de-defaulted it and all my problems began.

Who knew there’d be 500+/- settings, and that there’d be a whole different architecture to accustom myself to, and that there’d be a bunch of new rules? One good thing about the new old browser is that everything is easy to find. I learned more about browsers in a couple of hours than I’d learned the whole year with the de-defaulted one.

I hope all the new stuff sticks in my head, as do I hope that all the stuff I have open on the desktop stays on there when I close the laptop. That I don’t have to find it all from scratch again next time I open the lid.

And although I enthusiastically welcome the password app, I also wrote down a bunch of them. You never know when you might be shut out, and at what level.

I managed to retrieve the situation without the help of an AI assistants, I’m glad to say. What FB AI assistants are doing beggars belief.

Avatar Remaindered 18

Having a problem posting Avatar Remaindered 18, which I meant to put up yesterday. It obviously didn’t stick. Today the same trouble.

Let me put up a picture. The chapter is called Into the Chasms … Working on it.

Well, it worked. Whatever I did. Really not sure and–you know how it is–I’d rather not touch it in case it disappears again.

18. The Chasms, posted Download

Tony’s Bologna blog: How to Find What to Write About

Have You Ever Wondered What to Write About? It happens to me pretty much every morning. I wake up feeling lost, watch one too many YouTube videos — …
How to Find What to Write About

I’m often in the same boat—wondering what to write about—and I suspect most of us are. Some of you turn to WP Prompts, and OK, there’s a whole prompt culture out there for people in the I-must-write-something-everyday brigade.

I’ve left those times behind. Both because I’m no longer trying to put myself on the so-called map, and because I’m no longer physically able … age and infirmities will keep me honest.

I found the Tony’s Bologna post again this morning, and discovering my star on it already, thought next is sharing it… it’s such a good message!

Write about something that makes you feel!

Cory Doctorow: Proud to be a Blockhead

Under the above title was going to be a link to Doctorow’s post of that name, but I don’t think so. Not yet. The link I pasted turned into a wall of text, virtually unreadable. So, again, this post will be the ‘About Blogging’ … how often already this year have I tagged a post that way?

Because what happens usually when I click on a Share Button, the title of the article/post to be shared and its URL are copied and saved on a virtual clipboard. Then, when I click and copy on a place in my post of my choosing ... usually after I’ve introduced the article/post as I intended to do here … the article/post will paste into the position directly under the title and shove the intro to the bottom, or into a never-never land where it can never again be found. (Yes, that is a hint to myself to save a draft though I’m not sure if that’ll work.)

I can but give it all another go.

Lol, this is a straight-out quote that reverberates in my head … from one of my own fictions, and when I say or think those words, I always feel like I’m hovering over Tardi Mack (trucker and surfer starring in Mongrel [published] and Meld [still being edited]) saying it while he is giving x y or z problem another go.

Intro

I’m proud to be a blockhead the same as Doctorow. Quoting from Doctorow’s article … “the most laughably false statement about writing ever uttered is Samuel Johnson’s notorious “No man but a blockhead ever wrote but for money”: … Yep. I’m definitely a blockhead.

There’s so much in this article that resonates with me, that I relate to, the whole article is rich with quotes about ‘making art’, creative endeavors of all kinds, how badly musicians are paid, and that by Spotify that people tell me I ought to be ashamed of not using them in preference to Apple Music, for example. All of them guilty of the same practices?

Why it’s important to read and read lots, how writing is a way of thinking, a way of working stuff out. While Doctorow is afraid his luck will run out in relation to his writing career, I’m often afraid that the internet will fall over and how easy that will be when it does, with all the links in the chain from me here typing this to you opening WordPress or your mail service, and reading. And there’s much more.

So I thought you might as well read the original … https://pluralistic.net/2024/12/21/blockheads-r-us/

Unproductive Day

Having it. Any Comments I might’ve wanted to make on my daily reads … thrown down the gurgler by WP.

Sorry, #Content Catnip. Sorry, #exacticablog. Sorry, the two or three others of you. Why do I have to be logged in to make a comment? Why isn’t that stated before I start typing? All my words, disappeared into the ether again.

Not that my words are of an earth-shattering quality that must be saved at all costs! Not at all. It’s the loss of a possibility to communicate that I regret.

An unproductive day represented by a stripped shrub.

There’s so much gate-keeping happening everywhere. I’m blaming that on the lessening of good online communications. I suppose it’s a good thing for face-to-face socializations. We’ll have to go back to them out of sheer frustration.

Called my Night and Day Pharmacy to repeat a couple of scripts, to be ready for the drought during the public holidays. They called me back, said they couldn’t repeat e-scripts only paper ones. Huh? Why not? Didn’t have any problem before? I called the Doctor’s surgery. Can’t get an appointment to iron the problem out till next week. Cutting it very fine again. I have 20 days supply remaining … gets me to the New Years long weekend. Nerve wracking.

But, I will say, a kind receptionist said she would call the pharmacy to see what was what. She’ll be calling me back. And she did, and she fixed the problem. I will take Reception@HealthCarePlus a bunch of flowers tomorrow. They are wonderful!

“Take the flowers on Monday,” my sister said. “They can enjoy them all week then.”

Will do.

I’m trying to sew/embroider the tiger’s face. I need something like ‘button yarn’ for the whiskers. Button Yarn? Usually I use ordinary sewing yarn doubled for sewing on buttons. I’ve never heard of Button Yarn. The ears are too big and they still have to be stuffed. I may need to re-open the neck seam and stuff the face more.

Tiger, looking kind of dumb without ears or eyes and with hanging threads.

Bleh … that reminds me of Linus.

Tagging My Fish aka Content

in this, part two of yesterday’s topic, I’ve been Tagged … I’ll be discussing the Questions to do with blog content.

On a totally different topic for a minute, Moggy and I have had a rough beginning to our morning, along with every other resident on Levels Two and Three of our building. No power from 7 a/m to 9.15 a/m. Though we were told beforehand and had prepared–with a thermos of hot water for example–nobody knew that the alarm units in every apartment would be telling us that … “mains supply is interrupted” … every ninety seconds for the duration. This to happen again on Friday. Not much of an imposition, I know. Especially when we were forewarned.

Moggy was so weirded out by this strange un-embodied voice spouting its refrain that she retired to the far corner under the bed and re-appeared only when the lights went back on and the voice was silenced.

What surprised me about this event was how ‘in the moment’ I had to be just because I couldn’t engage some of my early morning routines. At one point I realized that the ‘net’ metaphor I used in the previous post can definitely be applied to routines. Making in this case the routines the net, and the-new-and-interesting-things-to-do the fish. Something like that.

I’m chortling at this point. After last night’s success at ‘prompting’ (explaining to the resident AI to what pic I needed) I wanted to see what the AI (I’ll need to find out its name) made of this … “Smoky furred cat with white underside and white paws, black nose and black lower jaw.” Nothing is the answer. The message was the image could not be found due to network problems. Ri-i-ight. The AI is stumped?

Q2 If your blog was a person, fictional or real, who would it be? I’d have to say my blog would be a fictional person because she’s a digital entity, existing only in bits and bytes and only online. She’s a ghost in the works. One of millions. It’s as crowded in her world as it is in the consensual ‘real’ world.

It does actually surprise me sometimes that we–me and my digital identity–can connect pretty reliably. Part of the reason is probably that WordPress keeps her safe. She doesn’t have to wheel and deal out in the hot hard world of the world wide web.

Although, not too many entities are out there on their own anymore. I’ve certainly noticed a change in my online experiences from when I first got online in approx 1998, in that nearly everybody I want to talk to, is now in some kind of gated community. It’s difficult now to ‘surf the web’ in the free-wheeling and easy way we used to. All the gated communities still provide that for their members but anybody else first has to sign up and often pay down real money.

Q3 What helps you create new content when you need inspiration? This question follows naturally from the previous one. ‘Creating new content’ is writing or photographing, painting, sketching etc about new ideas I happen to trip over. New ideas provide the ‘inspirations’.

Having to pay everywhere makes it harder to find and produce new content. It’s not only $$$ that stop me finding good stuff. Substack, for example, has this full page thing that they flash at me every time I go to read some of my favorite commentators, where I’m supposed to mark three things that I like to read about, and they’ll be able to steer more of the same my way. I’ve been skipping out every time I see it. It’s such a creativity killer to be shunted into the same byways every time I get online.

WordPress, in contrast, has introduced a ‘discovery’ application that I’m happy with, as I’m able to range further into the domain, and have already got a few topics of interest in my stash. Eg, last week I stumbled across an article on ‘hypovolemia’ which is now sitting there brewing. When I find more info about it, I’ll copy and paste that in there too. With four or five points I’ll have plenty to write about.

My Drafts is where I keep my stash of topics I might post about some day. Usually I’ll copy a link and open a new post, and save it in there. I usually have five or six drafts on the go–waiting for more info, energy, and or time. Any that get too old and stale, I’ll delete. Recently, an Apple mobile phone update provided me with a ‘Journal’ app where I’ve also been noting interesting topics.

In my actual life I keep a bunch of journals. Health diary. Art Journal. Dream School. Bosley and Co’s stories. They also all provide me with grist for the inspiration mill. The picture following is from my art journal, it’s a sketch for a larger painting. A sketch is where I try out techniques, perspectives, colors, even the framing is an experiment. Washi tape. I’m showing it unedited.

I’ve Been Tagged …

I’ve been tagged by Violet Ravette in her The Gothic aspiring Writer mode. When I read the questions, I felt bound to try and answer them, as they are quite to the point and “about blogging”, aspects of which I often talk about. However, I’m going to be skipping up and down these questions, several need more thought than I’m prepared to give them right now.

Q1 … How did you come up with your blog name? I could laugh, or I could cry from tooth-gnashing frustration about the URL up there in the address bar. Probably laughing is the better response. For me, my blog name was to be a temporary placeholder thingie while I learned the ropes of setting up a blog in privacy.

I fully expected to be able to change it to something much more appropriate but it was not to be. When I started blogging I did not know the differences between an URL, a domain, a website and website host, and a blog. To my mind, all of them were parts of the same thing and that idea has caused me untold stress.

WordPress terminology/jargon and its concepts are NOT and NEVER clear or translucent, not crystal clear, crystalline, glassy, or unclouded. Concepts are nearly always opaque and cloudy and nearly always need six or ten readings with a glossary at hand before understanding glimmers in the distance. Then I need to try and nail it down before it escapes. Like, rewrite it in my own words.

And I say this from the point of view of a person who learned HTLM (I started with its fourth iteration, back in 2003) and could get a blank screened monitor with a C/- prompt in the top left hand corner to do as it was told.

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As I was with WordPress for a short time when it first began–so that it already knew me or still knew me when I returned after a long stint with Blogger and then G+. My name and number were still in the system. And by hook or by crook WordPress did not make it possible for me to change my new prospective blog name.

They offered me a whole new URL, meaning a second blog, to be paid for as well. Don’t ask me to explain, it became an immovable barrier, I decided to leave it in the road and walk around it. Mind you, I don’t mind the name so much, it is after all the handle I mostly go by. It’s the number. — 385131918. I mean, what can you do with that? Don’t try, I’ve already looked at it in 55 different ways.

That left me the tag-line to do glorious things with. 3 realities. The everyday consensual. The Eleven Islands. The future. I don’t now recommend specifying a place in a tag-line. The blog will change in flavor and suddenly the tag-line is dated. But … Lodestar is primarily set in the Eleven Islands and therefore the tag-line is still current. Still, expect to say a change up there one day soon.

Q5 … Is there anything more you wish you had, or would like to learn as a blogger? I must confess I laughed when I read this question. Who invented this tag? This looks so much like market research. There are always more ways I would like to learn to make my blog more interesting. But I figure that since I am mainly talking to other bloggers, anything new I learn other people might be interested in learning too. Or they might be interested to read that the way they did it, was better.

And then there is the concept of learning by doing. So I’m in the process of learning the intricacies of making and embedding video clips which efforts can be seen in the Cat Diary, as well as the ongoing process of turning an image-rich document into a pdf, as will one day soon be seen in the Bosley’s Builders series.

Every so often I go through the WordPress Blocks Catalogue, and see if anything tickles my fancy. I’ve been thinking I should learn how to do a quote block soon. Should be pretty easy, but in my experience as soon as you say that, something hard will trip me up. In my family, I’m famous for making easy things hard, and seeing problems that no one else has even noticed.

Q6 … Do you have a specific style of blogging? Mmm, a specific style? Well, I usually try to have at least one image, and that is usually centered. Off-set images are easy to do, I know, but lol don’t suit my style somehow. I’ve noticed I’ve started to use a few colloquialisms and Australian and American slang. That’s a style thing. and I try to write in a conversation manner.

Back in the days of a ‘young’ internet, slang and colloquial expressions were frowned upon, due to the fact that many internet users didn’t/don’t speak English as their first language and would misunderstand. Back in the day there were websites where you could learn all the best ways to get your message across. Useage.net doesn’t appear to exist anymore. It was good, very plain spoken, but very useful. Learnt a lot there.

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Interestingly, the three questions I have answered today are about form while the three to come are about content. I often compare ‘form’ to a fishing net and ‘content’ to the fish I’m trying to catch. So whenever I write ‘About Blogging’ I’m knotting the net–or repairing it–to go out fishing with it.

Pretty good image. My prompt was “Woman throwing out a fishing net”. Asking the resident AI to generate this image was a decision by me designed to escape copyright problems on the one hand, and paying iStock on the other.

Apparently, this pic is one of 18 chances I have at generating an AI image. 18 chances for the year? For ever? Thank the Universe that the color scheme still has the AI signature and it can’t be mistaken for an actual someone. Hopefully.