Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Test post on Blogger-droid

So I'm searching for an app to use for my Blogger posts from my phone, which I intend to be using at least a little bit more, if anything else for drafting. Here's a bit of a review.


The layout is nice. The fact that I don't have to worry about tagging codes for bold and italics and the like is VERY nice. I had no idea that so many apps required you to do that kind of stuff. So far, this is my favorite Blogger app, certainly better than the official one. I'd like that one more if the post wasn't full of HTML code barf all over the place.


Inserting images (because I do that so much) is easy enough. But it's nice to know it is simple if I ever do choose to add pictures. Speaking of which, here's Rebecca:


I'm not sure how the placement of these images will turn out, and the quality of that picture is crap and a half since we're in the back seat of a car on the Jersey Turnpike en route to New York at the moment, which happens to be nighttime. How's that for a run-on sentence?


It doesn't seem like you can pull previous tags into the post, which is unfortunate as hell. A lot of the time I forget exactly what I have already set up, so being able to grab old labels is a huge thing for me. It might be a possible deal breaker, as a matter of fact.


Overall, this has been the best Blogger app I've played around with. It isn't quite as elegantly designed as Google's official app, but the posting interface of this simply crushes Google. The one major drawback, as I already mentioned, was the lack of ability to select prior labels. I really hope I can find a workaround, 'cause I like this app a lot otherwise.


Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2

Friday, December 9, 2011

You>Me

I don't get myself completely sometimes/all the time. I have been feeling so much inner turmoil the past week and a half/two weeks, especially yesterday and today. My down side of my bipolar disorder kicked in after a mixed state and it has been really rough, and more than ever, I'm forgoing myself and my own well-being to see what I can do to help everybody else.


I'm constantly asking if I can help my friends. Or listen to them vent. Or they just start talking and I end up listening/giving them advice for the next hour and a half. Which is fine! I love doing this and it is eventually what I want to do with my life anyway. But I'm doing this as I'm withering away more and more and I don't seem to mind. I see depressed posts on a friend's twitter, for example, and I'll brush aside my own feelings of despair that I've been essentially ignoring for weeks to see what I can do. I hole myself up in my bedroom and put on a fake smile when I do have to go out. Another one of my friends is having other problems with an ex (among other things) and I offer to help, expecting nothing back.


Even earlier today, there was a complete stranger struggling to drag a cardboard box behind her. She dropped it several times and was very clearly having a difficult time. I was doing nothing but killing time and feeling angsty so I offered to help her and she refused.


I forget what else I was planning on talking about but basically I'm depressed but I could care less about myself and only seem to want to help others. It's more satisfying, anyway.