This is not the first message I write here, no sir. There was one before very long, thoughtful, interesting, worth a new blog like this. But as luck, fickle as always, a totally accidental and fortuitous, my message out prey from the jaws of disaster. So
was deleted.
all started with a typical day, typical Friday. Some things to do, I finished quickly, some experiments to do, which functioned as planned. The daily return Slashdot, where I met with five points kind of moderation (which as usual took the opportunity wisely, tactfully, makingstalling an emphasis on that for some reason I seem worthy of divine punishment.) Well, it's every day. The Lord saw fit to make me jump the hyperlinks from page to page, and as usual, I got to where I least imagined: LiveJournal.
"Ah," I said to myself, "this is something like a blog." I knew what it was a blog, but to be honest was not (and indeed still is) something that has a special esteem. Well, the concept of having a newspaper ("Dear Diary: My heart beats like crazy ...") makes me corny enough to be part of my repertoire est & aios something more advanced than traditional (say, those that if your mail is not Hotmail are not able to read it). Two things struck me: it is an OpenSource project, which gives you points (though not all of
has to be OpenSource
to be good), and a protocol handling (obviously ) open, so that there are several separate programs that interact with the site and allow an offline editing or at least more friendly interface than a Pá Web page - especially if you use Mac OS X. "Wow, I thought," this is different than I've ever seen. " attempting to register. Unpleasant surprise, to get paid. Or have an invitation of someone who is already in, or pay. It is similar to the time when you get to the cave, and unless you know the chain-(tip: ninety-eight of the Cadeneros respond to the name "Mike"), or you have a friend in (with a table and a couple of bottles five hundred dollars in the account) you have to pay an expensive cover, and wait in line. In other words, or payment, or payment. Terrible. I do not like to pay. "And how? Dolarcitos as five, not more, for the privilege. With those dollars you get an account, and two months of premium rate services.
Nanay, not be a cheapskate (I'm actually quite wasteful), but to me I can save, so much the better, so I joined Google, and search &# 233; something about blogs. Of course, I immediately Blogger page, which was suspiciously like the first result available in the search engine you just bought. But no, I took a ride, I did not nurtured enough in terms of features and facilities (eg no comments for entries that do or anything like that), and the worst was when once made my free account and trying to create a new little message, I find one of those stupid mistakes
Internet Information Server from Microsoft. What the hell? IIS "on a site this size? Well, there are things that IIS serves things relativelysubcommunities. Interesting, very interesting. And the five dollars that are required to enter
serve mainly to a) avoid
trolls,
b)
accept those who truly are interested. And yes, the trolls can be fun and the whole thing, but when it comes to something more personal, is quite annoying. No, I can troll me if I want my daily back and with that I have Slashdot. So I dropped the money. Pufff! Being in the office, and there I have a Windows PC, downloaded the program to work off line I saw more decent. Well done, indeed. I made my post, I loved being able to make a preView it before sending it, and I was intrigued by the concept of scoring the music you're listening to at the time, and the spirit in which it finds itself. I stretched, and said maso least what I put in the above (though in truth I was much better the first time) and I posted. Tralara! Lindo. My first message. Okay.
When I got home I got a program that will work on Mac OS X. Unfortunately they are not quality I found in Windows, but I'm using right this moment is very decent, and is called
iJournal
. (Incidentally, why tll those who make an application for OS X you have to put a
i
the beginning of the name to your program? Can not they be a little more creative ?). But before that I got another one, which will remain unnamed, who gave the mother to my first message. Yes, I ate. It was horrible. A rookie unfortunately. Anyway, now that I've written a little more courage is happening to me. This writing is therapeutic. We should do more often, and perhaps how I would save some of those lawsuits that then I do from a free. For now we will continue investigating this site, we get &, # 233; advantage of these two months I paid (and if I like it'll end up paying for more months of premium features) and if possible invite some people interesting to put your own blog, because as I understood the bonds created between users can be helpful. James is lying on the back of the chair, thinking about feline philosophy, as is normal for him. It seems impervious to everything having to do with online blogs and the like. The truth, which spawn I would be a cat. Even if it was less tantrums. But everyone, so he is the cat, and I am the owner:)
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