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Unwilling-Dystopia 3.0

Since Google now owns Blogspot and reverted everything over to their servers, I was forced to make a few changes. Those changes included the now missing information in the sidebar. As Google likes to control how everything is done, perhaps more than you realize, I can't any longer alter it the way I had from it's original format. So, I may eventually figure out the new template language and how to manipulate Google's widget engine, but until that time, this is what we've got and I'm not going to stress over it. As for the new format in general, that was my change and had nothing to do with Google's meddling.

I would like to pose one question though. At what point does Google become Microsoft? What I mean is at what point does the object of non-conformity become conform itself? Bureaucracy now abounds from Google, and I see the beginning of the end for their success.

As always,
FLYFREEFOREVER.

Comments

Rob said…
You actually don't need a Gmail account...just a Google account. I can't see why you would have an objection to that, especially since you were willing to get a blogger account.

http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=42597&topic=8939

Also Google bought Blogger before you were even a member: 2003...and all six members became Google employees.

And you can still add sidebars through the new page elements section...or the old html option TWO tabs over...

But good blog.
Rob said…
And you should make it so people's responses to your post show up on the page...or it might make you seem as though you like to control how everything is done, perhaps more than anyone realizes.
FlyFreeForever said…
If I could make it so that responses show up on the main page I would. But I can't see how to do that. They do show up on each article's individual page though, unedited, and in their entirety. Click on the title of a particular article to access it's page.
Rob said…
Ah I see that now...Thanks

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