please explain

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I don't claim to be a tech head. Computer nerd. Whatever you want to call it. Getting things to go where I want them when setting up my blog was not a walk in the park. Hell, things are still not where I want them. And there is of course, the evidence. Ahem.

Of course I have a Google account. I am a blogger after all. {It is still hard/weird to say that.} I want to talk about following. And subscribing. And I am going to be blunt because I just don't get it. I follow the blogs I like, love, enjoy. They show up in my Blogger reading list. I click the link to their site and read away.

But I have plenty of blogs that I like, love, enjoy, that don't use the popular join this site button. They want me to subscribe. In some RSS feed. That is ugly. And boring. Do you know the reason I want to follow your blog? Because I like looking at it, and reading it's content, in it's entirety. I do not like looking at your lovely photos smooshed up against one side of the screen in an empty shell of a page giving me no love, no warmth, no nothing. Too harsh? Meh.

And then there's the ones I have to subscribe to in Google Reader. Which I never use.

Please tell me I am missing something? Am I missing something? {really, be honest here. I won't be surprised if I am.}

Currently, the blogs that I can't follow through my Blogger feed, I just bookmark and check on them every few days, the way I used to before I created a Google account. Or subscribe my mail so I get an email letting me know you have written a new post. That way I don't mind because I can still go to your blog to read the post. At the end of the day, I want to read your blog, on your blog. Because you worked hard to make it beautiful. And attractive to the eye. So much so that I want to follow your story. Know you better. Not miss a thing.

So do tell, as a blogger, what makes you choose Blogger over Google Reader? Google Reader over email subscriptions? Email subscriptions over RSS feeds? Or nothing at all?


{This really is a ridiculous post. But I have wondered about it for a while. So there.}

dumb {the sequel}

So it turns out I lied. If you're following me on Instagram, yesterday morning I eagerly and excitedly posted a photo with a caption stating I had a hot date with my blog last night, after Apple Nerd #11 came through with the goods to restore my deleted iPhoto library. Yes folks, you read it right. DELETED. We had a lovely reuniting rendezvous, some canapes and entree, but I had to split before mains. Turns out little people's vomit was my hot date. Not my poor, sad, neglected blog. Anyway, I'm here now.

I used to think if you could accidentally delete major files and applications from your hard drive, you must be a real dumbarse. I was right. But seriously? It was so freakin easy. I managed to scoop up my iPhoto library amongst a heap of random photos outside of the library, downloaded from my sister from eons ago. Like a good applewife, I cleaned and dusted and swept all the waste into the trash. And emptied it. I wondered why it took so long to delete just 425 items. One of them happened to be a 13,000+ image library. Though I can't be sure of the size anymore (maybe it was bigger?) because of the way it has been restored I have three copies of everything, in varying formats, including every photo ever loaded into my library. Even the ones I had previously deleted. Currently I have 109,333 images in my library. So I have a bit of sorting and deleting ahead of me to get things back in order. But it's all there. And I don't care about the amount of hours {days, weeks, months} it is going to take me to get there.

I was nearing the end of the many ways the apple gods restore deleted files. On three previous attempts we were able to recover three quarters of it with a heap of holes and missing images. Missing images of births, birthdays, weddings.. all the important stuff. If #11 was standing in front of me right now I would probably pash him until I had sucked all the air out of his body.

I won't bore you with any more of the details. When I woke yesterday morning on the couch with a sad, sore, tired little boy on my chest, and hubby told me he thought the eight hour restoration overnight had actually worked this time, I thought perhaps I was still dreaming. But I was awake. And it was true. And instantly I felt about 20 kilos lighter. It was going to be a great day. Turns out it was pretty rubbish with three already sick children morphing into three vomiting children {#2 vomiting over the kitchen table shortly after breakfast, #3 beginning just before bedtime, and #1 just before 2am}. But I was happy to clean up vomit. Because my precious photos were back. Every. single. one.