Goodbye, Character Limits. Helloooo “Read More”
Lest you believe that I’ve suddenly grown lazy and am writing teeny tiny posts today, note the delightful little words "Read More" which are appearing on all my posts. SLJ got rid of my character limits (hooray!) and in exchange everything has been shrunk on the page. So fret not, gentle viewers. Everything is as it should be.
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About Betsy Bird
Betsy Bird is currently the Collection Development Manager of the Evanston Public Library system and a former Materials Specialist for New York Public Library. She has served on Newbery, written for Horn Book, and has done other lovely little things that she'd love to tell you about but that she's sure you'd find more interesting to hear of in person. Her opinions are her own and do not reflect those of EPL, SLJ, or any of the other acronyms you might be able to name. Follow her on Twitter: @fuseeight.
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Bring the Strange Little Gumbo Man back!
This photo (a) looks nothing like you, (b) does not show us your intellectual dimples, and (c) puts your finger too close to your nostril — at least in my browser — making your expression seem like you’re looking around furtively to see who’s watching.
How’s that for harsh unsolicited feedback? Have a great weekend!
Geez, Mitali. You didn’t like my last one either! Good point on the nostril. I’ll replace it since it’s fuzzy, but I like the idea of the wig. That way I don’t have to worry that my real face is being projected in a wide and unpleasant manner.
I’m a curmudgeon. I still miss the old site. I can submit a moving clip of you bhangra dancing. You looked awesome.
Phew, someone else said it! I agree with Mitali. I have never stopped missing the old site — it was so darned purty and user-friendly, and it felt like our (collective) private space. And now when I click on “read more” my computer takes its sweet time to re-load all the colorful, blinking SLJ crapola. It almost works better to have a part 2 continued instead for that reason.
“Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” Macbeth,(Act V, Scene V). In other words, I really do appreciate that you guys read me in spite of the clear problems with this new site. Ah, old Blogger site. How I miss your coy blogroll. Your delightful Sitemeter. Your insouciant joie de vivre. However, half a year has passed and I am well settled into my new site. We shall never go back to it. No, we must move FORWARD in our endeavors! Pip pip, my good men! Tally-ho!
That’s why codgers like me need you chickadees around — to drag us into the future. Hey, if someone wanted to lure ME off the Fire Escape with a paycheck for blogging, who’s to say I wouldn’t sign the dotted line and thrust my finger straight into a nostril for the camera? My own nostril, just for the record.
All right, you convinced me. I can’t resist it when anyone calls me a chickadee. The nostril must go. Let’s see what I can do…