Every once in a while a day comes along that’s less than ideal: it’s rainy, it’s cool, it’s foggy. The kind of day better suited to gills than lungs. Everything is wet and inhospitable, but if you’ve no pressing demands, it’s undeniably perfect. Today is that day. Having absolutely nothing better to do, I spent my morning drinking coffee and changing the theme on my little blog here.
I didn’t want to change it, you know, I loved the old theme. It was simple and clean and I knew how it worked — that was the best part, we got along well. I not only knew where the buttons were, I knew what’d happen if I pushed them. It was bliss. Then WordPress came along and turned my simple little site upside down with their new editor. I don’t like their new editor; it’s a bossy, demanding, complicated disaster.
WordPress, of course, blamed every issue I had — from boundless hyphenation to oversized everything — on my poor beleaguered theme. It was retired, they said, and outdated, no longer compliant with current web technology. I had no choice in the matter, it seemed, and I resented the heavy-handedness. Their changes had rendered my site unusable, so my only option was to find a modest, inconspicuous theme to use until I find something wonderful.
You’re looking at the best I could manage and even this very basic layout wasn’t easy.
Sizing and scaling images is torment, but featured images are impossible. Where’s the text symbols thingie, where did that go? Why has the option for no image alignment disappeared? Then it hit me, who cares? I’m not being graded, I’ve no deadline, I don’t need anyone’s approval, I’m free to do whatever I want. And, right now, I want a cheeseburger.
Have a wonderful week, ladies and gentlemen.
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