Good old PhotoBucket®

“That’s as far as I get,” I said the other night.
Yrs Trly keeps his blog-photos at PhotoBucket®. “View-Source” the html for this blog, and you’ll see http’s to PhotoBucket for pictures I run.
It’s fairly reliable, but often it hangs. Like pictures won’t upload; they wouldn’t the other night. Or it won’t run at all = “Firefox can’t connect the web-address you gave. Maybe you mistyped or it’s your firewall.” Baloney! This rig ain’t firewalled, and I used a saved bookmark.
I imagine them poor techies at PhotoBucket pulling their hair trying to get it to work. “Give ‘em a night,” I say; “and it may work tomorry.” It usually does.
My http gets pictures previously uploaded. But if I can’t upload newbies, I can’t publish a blog with new pics.
PhotoBucket goes back 8-10 years. My wife and I switched to it because BlogSpot no longer crunched my pics. Stabbing around I found I could http to pics at PhotoBucket.
A guy I attended college with, more ‘pyooter-savvy than me, tells me PhotoBucket is evil. I guess his BlogSpot picture-app still works. The fact mine gave up proves I’m stupid and inferior.
And the fact I have the awful temerity, unmitigated gall, and horrific audacity (cue Sharpton) to claim I’m no longer the bumbling acolyte I was in college — which was 52 long years ago — is awful.
I drove transit bus, for crying out loud. That gave me experience dealing with blowhards. Compared to some of my bus clientele, this guy is angelic.
He then insisted I didn’t know what a pixel was. I drove a newspaper website for years. I sure as Hell know what a pixel is.
The fact I challenge him, instead of immediately kowtowing, is disgusting. Regrettably I’m no longer the dork I was in college. It’s my bus-driving. I was able to even shut down my father. I could tell stories. A dreadful childhood reversed by Regional Transit.
Google® is evil too — hot to control the entire universe. They’re gonna hafta uncurl my cold, dead fingers from the steering-wheel before I allow Google’s computers to drive my car.
I also hear sanctimonious blustering about Google, but my friend uses it. YouTube also. Computering’s axis-of-evil.

• My beloved wife died of cancer April 17th, 2012.
• For 16&1/2 years (1977-1993) I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service (RTS) in Rochester, NY, a public employer, the transit-bus operator in Rochester and environs. My stroke October 26th, 1993 ended that. I retired on medical-disability. I recovered well enough to return to work at a newspaper; I retired from that over 12 years ago.