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?
 
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i’m not finnished!

Get up, in the dark, put bird food out, go to work. Watch gulls at lunchtime.  Come home, in the dark, bird food gone.  Repeat five times a week until March.  On a Saturday though, I can actually get to see the birds that have snuffled those parts of the fatty feast that the bastard squirrels haven’t got to.  Tits and sparrows in the main and this week a Great Spot has put in a violent appearance.  Blackbirds too.  The zeitgeist would have you believe that we are swamped with continental Blackbirds, egged on by Springautumnwatch if I remember correctly.  This is what you might see.

 

a blackbird not doing continental

OHMYGODITSGOTABLACKBEAKOHMYGODITMUSTBEITCANTBEISITISIT???!!!?!

It is a first winter male and was probably raised in them there woods. It is not anything more exotic than that.

There seems to be a tendency to try and squeak out rare morphs or races out of common birds (and I may have made this point before) and I think that this particular one is going to be more commonly claimed but generally it can only be definitively identified in the hand so I’m told.  So anyone that is claiming one in the field should be looked at with suspicion.  I know that this is not a finnish bird because I scoped it and saw the brown on the wings.  Yes, I trained a telescope on a Blackbird in the garden for fun.  When was the last time you did that?

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…

 

never…

…has my gast been so flabbered.

I stepped into the garden this morning expecting mist.  A mallard flew over.  Bloody hell, a duck over my garden I thought.  Before I had a chance to digest this, 5 Greylag Geese flew over.  Double garden tick!

I have not seen the bird represented in this picture in my garden.

a turnstone doing jaunty

Yet.

[Edit] There was also a Chiffchaff singing!

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?

hat-trick!

grasshopper doing enough already

Three posts and three bugs – brilliant eh?. 

This is the Woodland Grasshopper Omocestus rufipes and according to my book, it shouldn’t be in my garden nevermind Norfolk at all.  I’m not going to stick my neck out and claim any significance for this due to two facts.  I could have the id wrong.  The map in the bug book could be pants.