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Chastity - the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions.

Rosella in stand-off. Royal Botanical Gardens, Hobart. April 2012.

Theme Thursday and I have been driven just a little bit WILD by the new interface that Blogger has enforced on us all.

I know that I shouldn't complain about what is ultimately a free service, and with this being post number three-thousand, three-hundred and seventy-five, I'm hardly going to quit now. That said, I am intrigued as to how others feel about it. Some come on Theme Thursday-ers, what do you reckon?

Are you WILD about it? Or does it just drive you WILD?

Comments

smudgeon said…
the new interface is not so bad once you get used to it. i found it confusing at first (i even switched back to the old interface at one stage), but figure that, like facebook, twitter, myspace, ICQ, beseen, angelfire, and many others before**, sooner or later the choice is removed and you have to just learn to live with it. it certainly drove me mad at first, trying to figure out where everything was hidden. but not wild, good or bad.

** except IRC, which hasn't changed since i started webbing sometime 16 or 17 years ago.
Mrsupole said…
Totally NOT wild about it. I could not figure out how to add Mr. Linky and just kept on clicking things until I got to where I needed to go. Was just sitting here looking at the damn screen wondering what I was going to do if I couldn't figure it out.

My thoughts are why are they trying to fix something that wasn't broke. I think they should give us the options of the new way or the old way like they do with the old and new editor. I have not found anything that justifies the new changes.

The new way sucks in my humble opinion and there is nothing wild about it.

Happy Theme Thursday.

God bless.
Mrsupole said…
Okay, if there is a way to switch to the old way, how do you do that?

GBA
Coach said…
I cant work out how to separate lines. My last post came out as one paragraph. Still I was posting about frustration!
Kris McCracken said…
Smudgeon, I am sure that I'll get used to it, I'm just uncertain that the overhaul was necessary. Personally, I miss the days of ICQ before the porn spam bots started running the joint.

Mrsupole, you used to be able to switch the interface back, but not any more!

Coach, you can use the HTML code for break: "less than" sign br "greater than" sign.

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