… and this must stop.
I’ve joined Robin Coyle’s dissident group, and disabled the email alert buttons for comments on my blogs (I hope!). Someone very kindly supplied me with an address which I am assured will reach a human behind a computer somewhere at WordPress. Under the subject “Do you know the extent of the current WordPress fiasco?” (subject lines apparently must be in the form of a question), I advised there were several components to my support request:
- I pointed out that as a new blogger, I have a pretty small number of follows. I went on to explain that I had been away for a few days and had returned to an in-box so full Google had had to requisition 10% of my hard drive to accommodate the emails I had received (there were several hundred, can you believe it”?). Without elaborating, I explained that I had attempted, over the last two days, to deal with this overwhelming influx of mail, but have been unsuccessful because emails keep streaming in.
- Additionally, I advised the ‘spam detector’ seems to have run amuck – with several legitimate comments from followers ending up in the spam can.
- Not only that, I said, even comments of mine are ending up in the trash.
- And to make matters worse, Comment Notifications on the desktop are becoming increasingly erratic and unreliable, as is the Unanswered Comment Alert on the dashboard.
- I noted that for several days the Homepage Reader has been temperamental, to the point that I am no longer able to access “Reader”.
- or Ditto “Topic”.
Five hours ago the WordPress computer chirped “Your message is flying through cyberspace to us as you read this. We will get back to you as soon as we can.” I am now about to break faith with my followers and delete the 316 unopened emails remaining in my inbox, an act of wilful destruction I will continue to perform daily until I hear the current fiasco has been rectified.
I love the camaraderie of our blogosphere, but I don’t need excuses to procrastinate. Imagine. Other than to keep myself and The Girls fed, myself and the house clean (well, the house slightly less so), all I’ve done since I came back from my little trip upcountry is try to empty my inbox. Now, normally I would just leave it, but at the rate of some hundreds of mails arriving daily, I began to freak out about when I eventually opened it. How much space on my hard drive will Google demand then? Do I have enough space for this, albeit temporary, annexation of my hard drive by an alien third party?
I’m sorry if all this means I’ll miss out on reading those marvellous, serendipitous posts that arrive, unheralded and unanticipated – with luck I’ll catch up with most of you through my Blogroll, or the chatter I hear there. And with luck, WordPress will revert to half a million happy bloggers in the shake of a lamb’s tail.
There is good news though. The Bougainvillea is in full flower. What doe you think of that?