Well, the latest hassle with Facebook was this: the Share button at the bottom of the post stopped showing little white numbers that indicated how many times, if at all, the post was shared. In fact, going all the way back to the beginning, all the little numbers disappeared from all my posts. What? Did they somehow get un-shared, years later?
Today WordPress advised me to change Share button styles to a style that still seems to be working–and voila, the little white numbers are back. This means you can actually succeed in sharing these posts on Facebook. I think.
Turns out I was not the only blogger to report this problem to WordPress. They’re working on it now, and I hope they solve it. This blog had a record month in March, but since bombardment with Facebook problems began, our views and visits are way off. *sigh* That’s frustrating.
So, if any of you are so inclined, try to share some of my recent posts, and let’s see if that resuscitates my referrals. For which I would be much obliged!
Yesterday, last night, and probably today–all devoured by computer hell. By Malwarebytes every five minutes flashing onto the screen its demand to be updated. By outgoing email not going out, or just getting bounced back at us, undelivered. That’s goin’ to make it very hard for me to submit my articles and do my editing.
This machine needs an exorcist.
And who’s the galoot who says we oughta-gotta-gonna merge our minds with computers by the year 2020? Huzzah! Then we can all have long-term and short-term memory loss, basic functions all screwed up, reduced to hopeless babbling–yeah, it does sound like Hell.
So far the chaos has not yet reached into this blog, so I will continue for as long as I can. If I disappear, you’ll know it’s because the computer has murdered me.
Well, now the accursed machine won’t let me post to Facebook at all. While I try to do it, watch the poor ant try in vain to cross the circle drawn around her in blue ink. I hope that at the end of the experiment the human releases the ant from this dilemma. Right now, I think I know just how the ant feels.
So let’s see if it works…
P.S.–I think it’s the scent of the ink that has confused the ant.
So we want to merge our minds with computers, do we? That way we can all be not only stone-stupid, but totally crackers, too.
After our online banking got all bollixed up, our email stopped working. It took Patty quite a while to fix that. Then I tried to submit my weekly Newswithviews column. No dice! We had to restart the computer; then it worked. Then, as I attempted this blog post, the whole fatzing thing froze on me. Again, restart.
Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, this day has turned into a monster.
Now I will try to attach a picture to this post. You will understand if I don’t expect it to work.
I will be amazed if I can actually make it to cat video time later.
My neighbor, Harlem, for whose recovery from cancer many of us prayed, tells me his experience had been written up in one of the medical journals. He’s feeling stronger by the day, putting back on some of the weight he lost, and wants to play some hoops when the weather gets a little warmer. I gave him a copy of The Cellar Beneath the Cellar to celebrate. Now we’ve got to find a basketball.
Meanwhile, this blog is giving me fits today.
Thursday’s usually my best day because that’s when my Newswithviews column is published, and it generates a lot of referrals to the blog. But not today. Not even one. Everything seems to be in working order, so I’m at a loss to understand the problem.
Ditto Facebook. As an experiment, my friend Susan generated two referrals this morning. They worked–which leaves me unable to explain why there are only those two and no more. The more I try to understand how social media work, the less I understand about the whole business.
And they say they want to merge our minds with computers??? That just may be the stupidest idea ever conceived by smart people.
I don’t understand it, but I’ll take it. Just don’t ask me to explain what’s going on here, because I don’t have that much of my mind left to lose. For some reason this started working when I ran away and Patty took over.
So… let’s see how this post turns out. If it works, I can eat my lunch and try to do some work.