Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?
Seems my biggest act of daring-do – or derring-do to those of us who speak non-American English – will be to rescue myself from WP oblivion as demonstrated by the fact that although technically I follow the Daily Prompt, I have apparently been cut from its list of those to be notified of new posts.
I may (or may not) have mentioned already that nothing says ‘you’re nobody’ quite like having to walk across the tarmac at Sydney airport because you don’t rate one of the terminal’s umbilical cords. But my current relationship with WordPress is rapidly overtaking this in the race to No 1. Yes I am old, but do they have to point out quite so blatantly that unless techno updates make my eyes sparkle, to them I’m dispensable rubbish? Quite out of the blue, they have deleted my normal browser from the list of those they support. First the ability to add images disappeared, and now, from one moment to the next and without a word of warning or explanation, access from Reader to My sites has apparently passed its use-by date, and my dashboard is so well hidden that I’ve yet to find it.
But you don’t get rid of me that easily, my friends. Google Chrome does the job, even though it refuses to keep me logged in. Like I have to prove myself at the gate every time I want to enter. So far, bloody-mindedness has kept me coming back, but how long that will last is anyone’s guess. This is supposed to be a site for writers and communicators, for goodness sake, not an online marketplace for browser updates and technological bells and whistles in which I have no interest whatsoever.
So here’s my thought for the day:
I do not like thee, WordPress dear.
The reason why is very clear.
You’re arrogant and cavalier
And rather up yourselves, I fear,
And p’raps a tad dishonest, too:
Your protestations don’t ring true,
‘Cos if you really gave a screw,
You’d care for us, and not just you.