how wordpress sells your soul

Do you use wordpress to blog?  Thought it a little less contentious than the ever-expanding  über information-hoarder that is google/blogger?  WordPress would have you think that is way cooler and on it’s front page it says “We like to say that WordPress is both free and priceless at the same time“.  Free, maybe.  Priceless, I think not.

If you use wordpress you are inevitably, due to cookies, logged in if you view your blog or another blog on wordpress.    And if you are logged in to wordpress, there is a little detail that is kept from your delicate little eyes.  Adverts.

They are not so crass as to load the ads up on your home page, that would be a bit to obvious and you might spot it.  And you might object.  But if a non wordpress person views a  page individually (which is the normal route through words entered into a search engine), your new reader gets the ads at the bottom of the post.  I just spent 5 minutes with an old post and the F5 button and the following companies are advertising on my blog.

Groupon
David Lloyd Leisure
Dfs
Creditreport
Kuoni (who-oni?)
Specsavers (FFS!)
Churchill Insurance
Alpari (eh?)
Groupon (again)
Groupon (what the fuck is groupon anyway?)
Adoptuskids.org (they didn’t think that through did they?)
Tesco (natch)
Royal Caribbean International
Sky news.  No, really.
 
I suspect I could wear out the F5 button before the variety of ads stop. 
 
There am I, and quite possibly you too, having your service provider using your innocent little witterings to sell advertising space to  Rupert Murdoch  Satan.
 
You happy with that?  Because I’m not.
 
Don’t have a picture, but for once do have a splendid piece of musical architecture by The Aphex Twin which seems entirely apposite.  Do  yourself a favour, and turn the volume on and up.
 
 
Laters, yeah?
 

this will be a patch tick …

… eventually.

When I get round to the identification that is. 

a mushroom doing fun guy. sorry.

 

Which will require the purchase of a book of course.  Annoying eh, another one of those paper things with words in to add to all the others. Gutted.

 

feathers

I have a jar.  No ordinary jar is this jar.  It is the bug jar.  I use it to catch and mis-identify bugs and moths and butterflies and things like that.  It is also used to catch bugs and moths and butterflies and things that are in the house and are not welcome.  Spiders generally.  And anything else that Mrs Thing takes exception to.  Now there was a moth in the house the other day that had really big feathery antennae.  I took a photo, which was rubbish.  I thought that I would leave it where it was until the light improved, get out the jar and take better photo of it.  With an extreme close up of the feathery antennae.  However, Mrs Thing wanted it ousted (the house would be full of ‘creatures’ if this didn’t happen regularly by the way) and I put it in the jar.  However, I had forgotten that there was a spider in the jar.  It had been there for a few days (awaiting its close up) and had done some webmaking in the jar.  Understandably, when the moth went in the jar and was confronted by a hungry spider and lots of webbing it went spastic.  So I let it go.

Here is a rubbish version of a picture that I didn’t take of a moth with feathery antennae – it is, I believe a male Feathered Thorn Colotois pennaria although it would have been better if it was the Canary-shouldered Thorn, but it isn’t.

a thorn doing feathers

 Cracking eh?  Just imagine how good the better photo would have been…

 

beetle

For some strange reason, when I typed that word (beetle) I had a mental image of Michael Howard saying it.  Like he said ‘people’ – peepooool.  Beetooool.

a beetle doing diagnositic id feature

 

I’ll name it later.  Probably

stink on stink on stink

Do you remember those cans of ‘fart gas’ that you could buy when you were a kid?

a can doing pthfhwahyeurrknoaaaargh!

It would generally waste a large chunk of the pocket money that you had saved up for the annual summer holiday, having purchased it after falling for the illusion of actually having a real can of real flatus.  The reality was that the smell was rank, but not really that similar to proper anal gaseous discharge.  When I say rank, I mean rank.  Proper rank.  Not enough to produce instant projectile vomiting (that would be amaaaaazing), but enough to clear a ridge tent in quick time, even in the rain.  Chemically mixed rankness in spray form.  The smell contained in these containers was definitely not pleasant.  I wouldn’t go as far as saying that it was some concoction from the depths of hell, but certainly a little lister demon that may have passed this region had given a little whisper in the ear of the creator of fart gas.  You don’t remember fart gas?  Oh.

Compared to what I had whaft under my nostrils on Friday, cans of fart gas are about as unpleasant as fresh honeysuckle.  Here is a picture of something that really does smell.  Technically, this thing here “really really fucking stinks”.

a horn doing stink

 

As I approached it, the smell situation wasn’t in my mind but once I got close and the hoard of flies vacated the whaft whafted.  Rankness of another level.  Needless to say, this is a pan species patch tick and evidently it has a rude sounding scientific name – Phallus impudicus.  Gurgle.

mottled?

Or Woodland?  Woodland or Mottled? Is this the money shot for the iD?

a grasshopper doing I don't bloody know

That’s another bug post dear reader.  Tomorrow I think that I shall focus on clover.  Exciting, huh?