Epic Failure

So, this was supposed to be post number one of what I figured would probably be 3 posts going through the Battle of Angoville. And it actually was quite a battle! A third of the way through, I was up 500-228. In the end, I won 119-0. It was a HUGE turnaround from the US, who started slamming my vehicles with anti tank guns, capping grenadiers with hidden snipers and dropping frigging paratroopers seemingly anywhere that I WASN’T. Even as I was running down the final 50 that he had, one of my Panther heavy tanks was blown to kingdom come and he was introducing his first armor to the battlefield.

Yep, it was pretty cool. Too bad that attempting to share it has been such a godawful experience in utter frustration.

Now, I’ve tried including photos in WordPress posts before without any difficulties. And it’s not like I was going totally screen shot crazy here…at the point where I just out and out gave up (though it was to the point that the alternative was quickly becoming snapping my keyboard in half) I had around 1200 words to MAYBE 13 photos. That really shouldn’t pose a problem, and it wouldn’t except for the fact that the subhuman fucktards who apparently put together WordPress’ visual editing and formatting were of the same approximate intelligence level of a standard sheet of plywood.

It was one Fubar after another. I would have three photos then text beneath…to anyone with a single degree of reason, that would seem to indicate that the text would appear beneath the photos in the post, right? Oh no! Nope, there’s half a sentence above, a few words squeezed BETWEEN the damn screen shots, then it comes in two thirds done at the bottom. A craptastic miasma of screen shots and words that looked like something vomited forth by a picture book sprung to horrible life. So, let’s shift some photos around. Okay, I’ve 3 in a row vertically, all offset, and…okay, now they’re sort of running together. I have this huge white box around two of them for no goddamn reason. Okay, we’ll try arrnaging them another way. Now, for absolutely no explicable reason a sentence is actually running IN TO the top of the fucking picture on top.

For TWO HOURS I labored to put this goddamn thing together. Thinking that maybe there was another way, I started looking through the list of plugins for WordPress. Oh, there’s PLENTY for photos…of course, they’re not really arranged in to any sort of sub category, and there are pages and pages for Photo AND for Photos, and not all of them appear in both! AWESOME! Page after page of fucking photo plugins…there’s sidebar widgets, there’s album tools, there’s header tools…there’s nothing to try and help with formatting at all with the main message area. This leads me to believe that it’s impossible to fix the fucktastic garbage heap that is trying to post more than a couple of photos.

Well, I’m a trooper, let’s give it another try! Let’s preview this, okay…wait…why the fuck is there a huge blank towards the end of the post? 3 photo, then half a page of blank, then some text?! I look. Nope, no space like that in the post. It won’t go away. Okay, I delete the text and retype it. OH BOY! THE FUCKING GAP IS STILL THERE! It was at this point that, after uttering several dozen F-bombs and painful suggestions for what the motherfuckers who ‘designed’ this mess (I would describe their actions more as shitting it out) could do, that I completely gave up.

And actually, THAT wasn’t even the final throw in of the towel! I actually STARTED ALL OVER AGAIN using only thumbnail images. That just came out looking ridiculous, though, and it was still all fucked up in terms of message format.

There are many things that I like about WordPress, but there are many times when trying to do something becomes so needlessly fucking frustrating that I throw in the towel. This isn’t the first post I’ve had to crumple up and toss like I WISH, SINCERELY FUCKING WISH, I could do to the torsos of the wastes of cum who designed this shit software. And the truly infuriating, sad part of this whole mess is that I KNOW it won’t be the last time I’m forced to dump a really good idea because of the limitations of this piece of shit. THAT might piss me off more than anything else. Oh sure, I could probably go about learning how to code everything in HTML and that might help (though it sure as fuck didn’t here!), or spend an hour digging through any possibly applicable plugin to MAYBE find something that will help (quite likely, since the plugins are generally built by users stuck with the same fucked up limitations and issues that I am, as opposed to the mongoloid fucknuts who built this garbage in the first place)…but that sorta sounds like work. Work I’m flat out not being paid for.

This is supposed to be fun. This is supposed to be something I enjoy doing. This is supposed to be a way for me to express myself. And yes, sometimes those expressions ARE of frustrations or things that piss me off…but the MEDIUM I’m FUCKING USING to express those thoughts ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THE BASIS FOR MY RAGE RISING IN THE FIRST PLACE.

And the kicker is, I’m PAYING for this bullshit. I’m paying for the webspace I’m using and I’m paying for the domain name. And for what? This load of shit? I mean, since it seems apparent that I’m basically limited to mostly text entries anyway, why the fuck am I using this shit over some free piece of crap like Blogger? Sure, Blogger kinda sucks…BUT I’M NOT PAYING FOR IT!

So fuck it. I’m so frustrated and pissed the fuck off with this piece of shit that I don’t give a goddamn. Fuck the blogging challenge, fuck the posts I had planned, fuck it. It ain’t worth it if it’s putting me in a mood like this. As much as I may seem to ‘enjoy’ getting all pissed off at things on here, the point of it is supposed to be that I get that shit OUT on here. It isn’t supposed to be what’s pissing me off in the first place. I’ll be back…around whatever time I stop wishing I could go back in time, find the mother of the designer of piece of shit, and convince her it really would be better for the world if she just paid a visit to good ol’ Doc Coat Hanger in his back alley ‘office’.

Hell, this isn’t even the first draft of this shit…THAT was something even I considered too mean and going a little bit too far.

For the near future, good fucking riddance.