I've had an incredible amount of support from typepad over the last...since January 22, but this Hover.crap takeover of Domain Direct has about done me in.
I have a sub under The 13th Apostol. Since the Hover craft landed, the sub blog hasn't loaded correctly, as in "We here at Hover don't know what were doing".
Finally two days ago the typepad team informed me the NEW AND IMPROVED Hover craft was not compatible with my OTHER typepad site, leaving the page legible finally, but the13thapostol.typepad.com in the URL of the additional site.
I'd prefer people not know what a screwball/deviant my father's kid is.
So far only the tech savy ones have tracked The 13th Apostol down.
Oh sweet Jesus of Nazareth what the Hell am I going to do?
Do I succumb to the corporate manipulations and transfer the other domain to a different company? Or allow the not-so-tech-savy to realize what color sheep FSK truly is?
I'm just a wee bit on the impatient side, haven't stayed abreast of what's going on in the blogsphere due to time restraints, and I want what I refer to as "The old Internet" back.
The post "everyone-has-a-blog-so-were-going-to-capitalize-on-the-fact" era.
A time when even a knitting blog stood the chance of an Alexa ranking, but no, now only corporate team blogs are getting any true action.
Certainly not a single mama from Poughkepsie (and typepad's auto spell can't spell Poughkepsie, so sorry folks in Poughkepsie) I don't live in Poughkepsie anyway, I live in Paraguay...and my real name is Martha. (pronounced Mar'ta)
Every News channel, every Newspaper, every media outlet I know of now has an off-shoot blog they scandalously plug at every opportunity.
So, that's the basis of my latest full blown crisis. Exposure at the risk of being myself. Of which even Prozac can't change, but makes the dust bunnies magically go away.
Remember in the beginning...(here she goes) ^;;^ Taking flight in the untapped regions of a writers paradise? People commenting and visa versa simply to connect????
Then came the great exodus to Facebook, where every tiny detail of your life can be plucked deftly from the "Security Features" Ha! I scoff!
(Nine million dollars in 45 minutes from ATM's should hopefully prove THAT point. We are cattle.)
Do I sincerely care if I'm exposed? I mean do I REALLY care, other than Mer-boy's safety? (which is a #1 good reason) Sometimes events happen for what seem like no apparent reasons, then turn out to be reasons...good ones.
(although discussing my former conquests, menopausal dismay, and learn-as-I-go-parenting-skills is probably not the image readers of the other site had in mind when they thought of my father's daughter)
SURPRISE!
My favorite quote by Erica Jong adorns my soon-to-be-defunct Facebook profile.
"Beware of the man who denounces women writers; his penis in tiny and he cannot spell."
I'm not so much into the shock factor of my personality...as the truth about who I am. The more comfortable I seem to be in my own skin, the easier it is for me to feel whole. Less like I'm the one so maladjusted, and others simply hide it better...which means I'm still pretty maladjusted, huh?
Oh well, for the immediate future...I'm still sucking it up.
Joy.
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