I’ve been meaning to talk about this for a while, but got sidetracked by other things (seriously, my brain is a place of wonder and awe and shiny and sparkly but NOT VAMPIRES THEY DO NOT SPARKLE and bits and bobs and all things bright and beautiful and also some scary things under the bed with pointy parts) but then my wonderful long-lost sister @grngeekgirl reminded me that this was long overdue with her open letter to WordPress.com yesterday, which you should all go and read because everything she does is colored with awesome with a little additional tinge of added kickass.
If you’ve been here for any length of time (and if you have, hi! Thanks for sticking around, you’re the best! You and you and you and oh, wait, not you, PUT ON SOME PANTS, no one needs to see that this early in the morning, Nudity McGurk) you know that I switched over to WordPress from Blogger at the end of September. Yes, yes, this is going to be a totally boring post for those of you who don’t care a whit about blogging or whatever. But I’ll put funny shit in, ok? OK. Fine. Stop being all grumbly. Go eat an orange or something.
Now, when I started blogging, I knew NOTHING about it. Nothing. I can HEAR you, peanut gallery, back there saying I STILL know nothing about it, I am about to throw a SHOE at you. (SIDE NOTE! In college, I had a crazy professor, and he was weird about shoes being on the back of the desk in front of you. So if he saw that you’d propped your feet on the desk in front of you, he would stop class, point at you, and say, “SHOEEEEEEEE!” like he was in a Greek tragedy. It was funny, except if it was you, then it was scary. So you sat totally stiff and straight for the whole class so worried your traitorous feet would accidentally wander and then you’d get the “SHOEEEEEE!” treatment.) So when I decided I wanted to start a blog, I said, to myself, I said, “Self! How does one start a blog?” And the answer I found, of course, was Blogger.
Why “of course?” Well, I’m Google’s bitch. I’ll admit it. I’m not ashamed. I love Google. I love everything about them. I love their mail and I love Google Chrome and I love their Reader and I love their documents and I’m sure I’d love Google Plus if I ever bothered to play with it and didn’t let it languish like a dying houseplant. Why wouldn’t I love their blogging software?
And at first, it was fine. You didn’t have many choices for customizing it, so that was alright. It was very basic and very simple and it worked fine.
I mean, “fine” in the sense that, I’d write a whole long post (I know, what? Not ME, not a LONG POST) and it would look totally awesome and I’d hit “preview” and then it would show it to me and the formatting would be gone. No formatting. All one gigantic chunk of text. No paragraphs, no sentences, just a mass of words. And you couldn’t fix it unless you went into the HTML tab. And listen, I know for some of you people, that’s like a totally easy thing to do, but for me, going into the HTML tab is like walking into a lion’s den wearing Gaga’s meat dress. I AM SCARED OF THE HTML TAB YOU GUYS. I don’t know how to use that. It’s why I stopped using Tumblr. Because I can’t figure out how to make my posts look pretty without messing with the HTML. And it’s scary. It’s like gangland territory back there.
But I dealt with it, because I didn’t know any better. And change is scary.
Then I started getting (GULP I KNOW) readers. And readers started commenting. And then the problems started.
Their comments wouldn’t appear, and they’d tell me they commented but I’d never see the comments. Google wouldn’t let me respond to my own comments; it kept telling me I was an invalid commenter. ON MY OWN BLOG.
I LOVE COMMENTS. They are my FAVORITE. I mean, not STUPID comments. But , truth be told, I get very few stupid comments. Well, spam. I get a lot of that. But real, true, stupid comments? Very few of them. I honestly have some of the most intelligent, most sarcastic readers out there, and I love them. So when they comment, I feel like I won the lottery of awesome.
Blogger was not only not going to let me have my comments of awesomesauce, it wasn’t going to let me RESPOND to my comments? I’m an invalid commenter? ON MY OWN BLOG? That I wrote? WITH MY OWN HANDS AND (debatable) BRAIN? NO NO NO BLOGGER.
So (as I do with pretty much any major life change) I went to Twitter for help. (I’m pretty sure that if I ever get proposed to, I’ll be all “Just a sec, hon, gotta check this out with the minions” and then run to my phone all “Hey, Twitter, my SO just proposed – what do we think, hive mind?” And honestly, anyone who proposed would totally have to be cool with that. I mean, how many ladies come with their own set of minions, I ask you? NOT VERY DAMN MANY. It’s like falling in love with a PRINCESS with a RETINUE.) And Twitter was all “AMY. What the HELL. Why are you not on WordPress? It is AMAZEBALLS.”
So I went to WordPress and I checked it out. Here’s the thing. I am petrified of change. I mentioned that yesterday – petrified. PETRIFIED. I will keep doing something the same stupid wrong way just because it’s the only way I know how just because it means I don’t have to change it even though I KNOW it’s stupid just so it means I don’t have to change. I am a big weird weirdo about change. For example, I’m pretty sure there’s a quicker way to get home than the way I currently drive; it would involve me exploring a side road that I am not 100% sure where it leads. But I am scared to explore this road, because, well, I don’t know where it leads. What if it’s to Murderville? So for two years I’ve gone the same way. CHANGE IS SCARY.
But I was so mad at Blogger. SO MAD. And listen, when I get mad, I’m pretty much the bull with the red cape and all “ATTACK AHOY CONSEQUENCES BE DAMNED.” So I signed up for WordPress. Then I found out, for an additional $25 a year, you could get YOUR OWN DOMAIN NAME. Well! This was exciting! That made me feel official! Like a fancy blogger lady! And I’m totally poor, but I can handle $25.
I spent an entire day picking out a theme. Did you read @grngeekgirl‘s blog post? She’s totally right (well, about all of it, she’s one smart cookie) but about the themes, for sure. There are a KAJILLION of them. And I spent a whole day picking one out. But finally, I found one that I could live with – I’m not head-over-heels with ALL of it, but I like almost all of the functionality – and then moved onto the blogging.
But then! So many buttons! So many things that WordPress could do! And I kind of freaked out, because CHANGE SCARY CHANGE! But it’s surprisingly user-friendly, and I poked around, and found out how to import all of my old entries (which I am well-aware I need to re-format, because they still bear the signs of Blogger’s horrendous formatting, and I know I need to fix the categories and tagging nonsense, but listen, I AM VERY BUSY and sometimes I need to sleep or watch TV and eat popsicles IT HAPPENS) and then it happened.
I fell crazy in love with WordPress.
So easy. Formatting? Never a problem. Commenting? Never a problem. Want to immediately publicize your post on Twitter or Facebook? BAM IT IS DONE. Or don’t want to? That’s cool, too. The one nitpick I have? I don’t like that it automatically puts two spaces in-between paragraphs. I know, right? ONE NITPICK.
Also, this is a new thing that you can do. Ready? I’m trying this for the first time right now. I’m not 100% sure it’s going to work. BUT I’M TRYING IT READY HERE GOES.
The stupid is in the air today here.
— Amy (@lucysfootball) December 10, 2011
ZOMG I totally somehow got new NEW Twitter today (although it keeps fading in and out STOP IT I LOVE IT I WANT IT TO STAY) and I can fancily embed Tweets THIS IS THE BEST LOOK HOW FANCIFIED.
(Also, the stupid was totally in the air yesterday, I’m not going to lie.)
Also, most of my favorite bloggers are on WordPress, so we can follow and like each other’s posts, giving each other a boost and putting a link to our blogs on each other’s blog in the process. It’s like a kick-ass club. Or maybe like the chess club, I don’t know. I was never in a kick-ass club so I don’t really have anything to compare.
ALSO, there’s a WordPress Android app that works brilliantly; the Blogger Android app was a piece of garbage that did NOTHING.
And, AND, there’s more functionality that I haven’t even PLAYED with. Like, I can put in a POLL. Which I’m totally going to do one of these days because I totally get a boner for statistics. Putting in photos is a breeze. Comments never screw up and I can totally respond whenever I want. The spam filter is awesome (although I get a lot more spam here than I ever got on Blogger…but that might be because WordPress is getting more hits than Blogger did, I suppose.)
When I was looking to switch over, I did a lot of internet research looking to compare the two (Blogger and WordPress) and found very little documentation telling me that YES, WordPress was far superior. So, in case anyone’s out there looking for the same thing I was a few months ago – let me say it in a number of ways, so that this will get picked up by search engines.
WordPress is amazing.
WordPress is far superior to Blogger.
If you are planning on blogging on a regular basis, you owe it to yourself to get WordPress.
Using Blogger was like fighting with a very stupid animal or child and nothing got accomplished. You never need to fight with WordPress.
If you are looking to choose between WordPress or Blogger, choose WordPress for your own sanity.
So, yes, although my soul kind of is totally sold to Google, I am madly in love with WordPress and we are having a totally steamy side-affair where we throw things off the table and get it on up there and there is bruising.
Alright. Because I didn’t get any sleep last night and instead had insane dreams where I was back in high school, watching a mixed martial arts event (bout? match? what the hell do I know about such things?) in my high school gymnasium with this guy that I am totally not even friends with and I think we might be enemies now and he kept trying to make out with me and also let me wear his jacket because he thought I was cold but who’s cold in a GYM? And that dream went on for like a YEAR I SWEAR – I did not get enough sleep last night and now I have to go to a musical. I’m told it’s good, but I’m also told to not pay attention to things like some of the singing and/or dancing or I might laugh. So I think this might be an adventure.
Happy Sunday, minions!