I should have my head examined or electroshocked or shipped to Vienna. And soon. This theme changing stunt is textbook self-destructive behavior. I didn’t stop to consider consequences; I plunged in heedlessly like always. Fallout be damned. A word to the wise? Backup your data, my friends. I’m not done yet. The entire Internet could come crashing down.
Issues continue to plague me and my little theme here. Correction, themes, plural. I changed two — at the same damn time. And, surprise, they’re both wonky. I’m fretfully waiting for instructions from WordPress support, but honestly? I’d like to dust my hands and skip off to a nice, quiet rest home. Far, far away from digital connections.
Posts on publikworks have a wide black bar running vertically through the text and graphics these days. You can’t read a word. It looks censored, like I revealed classified, top-secret information. But the blackout only occurs on certain devices — tablets, mostly, some smartphones. Computer monitors appear to be exempt.
This has been a very distressing week, even the grocery store conspired against me. They’ve discontinued the butter cookies I can’t live without. Just stopped selling them. No notice, no warning. I’m using Oreo Thins are a stopgap, a temporary solution to carry me until I find another local supplier. My beloved Leibniz can’t be replaced.
I can. Which is why I’m begging for a little more time to correct the shambles I’ve made of this. I’ll go back to my trusty old theme in a flash if you want. Just say the word. You want me to? I will. I’m thi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-s close. You know what? Why wait? I wanted new and spectacular, but got new and disastrous. So, here we go, my old theme with a new post you can actually read.
This could be short-term or it could be permanent. Don’t ask me. I don’t know what I’m thinking. Again, my apologies for the inconvenience. Turns out there’s never a good time for crazy.