Did I Mention I Talk Too Much?

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Dear Blogger.com,

You are a lovely service, I particularly like the free part. Free usually means I won't complain, but today I can't help myself. I have looked at the mis-sized photos one too many times.

Why, oh why, must you force that ridiculous border around the blog title? It really hampers my style. That's why I download templates, Blogger, because your templates - well I don't want to hurt your feelings - but they suck. I would really love to add a super cute photo to the top of my blog. I've been diligently trying to get pictures of my family wherein Josh's eyes are open but not too open, Eric actually shaved, I don't look like the very definition of chubby cheeks and Carly is - actually Carly always takes great pictures. It's the rest of us that fail. I'm getting side-tracked. If I could somehow capture the elusive "my family looks not only normal but impossibly perfect and now people will want to be us" picture, I would not be able to post it on blogger. Because of your redonkulous title border.

How come you can tell me redonkulous is not a word (it should be a word!) but you can't let me remove the redonkulous border? I demand answers!

I also am really irked that I have to resize my photos to make them fit into their spaces when I clearly checked the auto-resize box. Clearly!

These are important issues in my life.

I feel kind of like I cheated on you. I've looked at other blog services, but I promise I never touched them. I've not gone so far as to sign up for other services - especially since the good ones cost money - but there has been temptation, oh yes.

If only you would update my links according to who updated last correctly. How hard is it to keep track of who pushed that publish post button first? I mean, you're tracking every other vital statistic. You probably know my heart rate and how fast I type. I hope you're not including typos.

I really wish you'd let me pick some new fonts. Some pretty, swirly, handwritingish fonts. Even if I could just sign my name with them. I actually created a signature with pretty, swirly, handwritish font. It didn't work right. I know that it is possible to add this to your blog somehow. Other smarter people do it but I am much much to lazy busy to do that kind of research. I need an easy button, people, to make it easier. I mean, look how long it took me to learn how to create strikethroughs. And I only figured out you could change what the comment box says after reading Super Mary's blog. (Seriously, so funny. Why are you reading my blog, hers is waaaaaaay better. I think I snorted a lil bit when I read her last past. Go, go now! Hurry!) If I link to her enough times, the brilliance will rub off right?

What was I talking about?

Oh, blogger.com.

I only wish for a couple more changes. Less orange and blue would be nice on the publishing tabs. I preview that actually looks like my blog would save me some formatting time. Oh and while we're at it, how about you upload the picture in the spot where I left off typing? That'd be good.

Oh and if you could get all my non-blogging friends and family to start blogging, I'd appreciate that. Maybe you should give away stuff? Like pens or notebooks, everybody needs a fancy notebook.

Thanks, blogger.com, I knew you'd understand.

Sincerely,

Me

Comments

Heather said…
i still can't do half the stuff you can... so what does that say about my laziness??
10:17 AM
Tricia said…
How do you create a strikethrough?
9:32 PM
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