The quasi-annual reboot of the blog has occurred again.
I’ve left Squarespace, and gone back to a WordPress based blog.
I liked Squarespace, but with the customizations that I was doing in CSS, and the many types of customization I couldn’t do easily, I figured I’d do just as well to work with WordPress, gain greater customization, by editing both the templates and the CSS of a WordPress blog template, and save on the cost of the service.
I still use Squarespace for some websites I manage that potentially involve handing control over to less tech-savvy users in the future. The user friendliness is ideal in those situations, where Squarespace handles the heavy lifting of keeping the service running and updated. Teaching people how to use blogging software is one thing, but having to teach them how to install and maintain a WordPress site in another thing entirely, and something that is best avoided in small organizations.
I’ve still got some work to do on the design, so some changes will occur over time.
Comics retailer Brian Hibbs doesn’t like variant covers that have proliferated in comics over the past several decades.
I personally, as an individual with an individual opinion, have no respect whatsoever for anyone, anywhere, who charges, under any circumstances whatsoever, more than cover price for any comic that is less than 30 days old. We shouldn’t shit where we eat.
I’ve never bought into variants. I’m a reader, not a collector.
But in the 90′s DC Comics pulled a dick move where the Teen Titans spinoff, Team Titans #1 had five variant interiors. Each of the variants had a different cover featuring a different team member, and an 8 page story featuring that character that tied into the main story (which was the same in all variants, meaning to get the whole story, you had to buy a lot of redundant paper)
Mercifully it was a stunt that, to my knowledge, hasn’t been repeated.
When I was at that 9-10 stage, I was just discovering that my dreams of being Chuck Yeager were done. Hereditary myopia killed them, and I was as broken-hearted as a kid that age can be. It was profound, what that had done to me, and for a while, “what do you want to be when you grow up” was a shattering question, I didn’t have an idea. I didn’t want to be a fucking fireman, or a cop, or any of that. I wanted to be a test pilot, then an astronaut. In that order. That was what mattered to me. USAF -> NASA. All gone after a goddamned eye exam.
But then the little storefronts with Apple IIs and the like showed up. Suddenly, places like Computerland existed, and Radio Shack had this stuff, these computer things. Within a year or so, I had, maybe, another dream. To do something with these computers. Fuck if I knew what, at that time no one knew what the fuck you did with a computer. But I was going to do something with them. Didn’t know what, but fuck yeah, something. For the first time, that pain I felt about dreams was not so bad.
We need people in technology with focus and passion who think ahead and see what’s possible, if only the right pieces can be pushed into place and clicked together. He wasn’t the guy at Apple who came up with those ideas, but he was the guy who created an environment that encouraged, even demanded, that kind of thinking, and the guy who would put the full might and authority of an enormous company behind you and your work if he thought you were right.
To adapt a line from “My Favorite Year”: “I need Steve Jobses as big as I can get them.”
I’m not an Apple fan boy by any stretch of the imagination, but Steve Jobs did more for the US economy in the past 25 years than all our nation’s elected officials have ever done in the history of America, combined.