I am completely baffled as I sit here, my right hand on the mouse, my left propping up my head, which seems to be dropping slowly from disbelief at how thoroughly one can mess up as simple a thing as a blogging site.
Yes, Tumblr, I’m looking at you.
Ever since I started my adventure back in 2011, this site just kept getting worse - first discouraging me from using the queue, then proceeding to mess up the dashboard through multiple edits to the flat yet unresponsive and unfriendly thing we have to deal with now. I am surprised myself I haven’t yet jumped ship and made my way over to Google’s Blogger (now integrated with Google+), or Wordpress, or even the dying livejournal (which has fallen into the hands of high school-aged Russians).
It is nearly impossible now to create a nice, flat, streamlined theme without paying the standard $49 for a “premium” one on here or $20 elsewhere for one that looks three times as good. I cannot justify my posts or edit the width of the text segment of my blog intuitively, or even know how big my post header image has to be to fit the page, but rather have to hike up my sleeves and dive head-first into HTML, which - until today morning - I knew next to nothing about.
Actually, don’t even get me started on images here. When on the dashboard, they appear minimized - and often even greyed out entirely, so you don’t know what you’re clicking. On the blog, they are either distorted and stretched out to post width, or sent flying to the site’s right margin when they are ones someone added as one of the first post replies.
Another thing that has been turning me away from Tumblr is how quickly this site has progressed from a place to actually blog into some weird jumble of Sherlocks drawn as tuna fish that different Doctor regenerations are throwing at the Winchester brothers to help stop the Fire Nation from attacking. And an angry crowd of trisexual, pink-haired twelve-point-nine-year-olds, who SHOULDN’T EVEN BE HERE.
Speaking of users, let me tell you a thing a “tumblr famous” friend said when I asked how she got the number of followers she has. “I once accidentally reblogged gay porn, and it went downhill from there”. Let me just leave that without a comment.
Yet I find myself with the unquenched desire to have an outlet for my many complaints somewhere on the Internet, and this seems like a perfect place - with all its problems, I don’t think anyone will be bothered that much by mine.