Beating a dead horse

I’ve only been dealing with this Photobucket fiasco for a few days now and I’m already done.  Done with Photobucket but also with the comments about “you get what you pay for”.

Okay, STOP for just a damn minute.

kill la kill, fuck you

To Photobucket and everyone else being a dick right now.

Photobucket has been free to use for a very long time; I’ve been using it for 11 years now.  If they had offered something that appealed to me, I would have been more than happy to pay for it.  But since I started using PB, I’ve only accumulated less than 3,000 photos which is a damn lot for me, but nothing compared to what others have collected.  I had a whole 1.4 GB used of a 2.1 GB available to me through the free service.  And yes, it was free for me, but don’t for one fucking second think that PB was doing this out of the goodness of their hearts–they made money or they would not have offered the service.  They receive money by the way of ad revenue and based on the amount of ads that were constantly popping up in my face, they weren’t doing that bad in terms of advertising dollars.

The garbage part of this whole deal is that there was no notice, no option for something affordable or month to month, and now, no way to get back the pictures that have been locked down.  Skimming through some of the WP blogs, I saw someone note something that I had not thought about:  $400 per year doesn’t guarantee you anything.  If you want to be able to 3rd party host, you have to pay the $400.  Some people would do it, I’m sure, if they had the need for the enormous amount of storage being provided at that rate.  However, what’s to say that $400 is going to buy you a year of service?  The giant exodus from PB makes many wonder if they’re going to be around in another month, let alone a year.  So $400 is the ransom that some people are having to cough up.

The other thing that is a serous pain in the ass for me is that you cannot download folders of gifs from PB.  Folders that have jpg and certain other picture formats can be downloaded as a whole and is actually pretty darn convenient.  But, if you have jpg mixed with gif in a folder, then the downloaded folder will only have the jpg files.  All gif files have to manually downloaded.  I’m glad I didn’t put any video on there; I’d probably still be working on it.

As of today, I’ve finally finished downloading all of my pictures from PB and deleted my account.  It takes a day or two for it to completely shut down though, just in case I go bonkers and decide to cough up the annual fee.  There were plenty of pictures that were not even accessible to me, but I did get most of them out.  The thought of organizing them on my own computer is daunting and I’m seriously struggling if I even want to go back and put pictures back into 11 years worth of blog posts.  Maybe I’ll just do my usual stupid photos and gifs going forward and pretend the last 11 years never happened.

But probably not.  I’ll probably just be real pissy and bitchy about it and restore all of my posts.

Fucking Photobucket

Seriously, are you kidding me?

$400 a year for this shit

So, no notice, and $400 a year if I want to 3rd party this shit.  Some people can’t even get their pictures so I’m in a panic to download everything.  I was going to set up a flickr account but I am just going to upload straight to WordPress.  My free account has 3 GB of space.

SINCE 2006 THESE FUCKING FUCKS

I guess my whole 1.4 GB is bankrupting them.  Now to download almost 3k pictures.  I’m sick to my stomach about this, just thinking of all the time that I don’t have to deal with this.

This is going to be a sticky post until I get it all sorted out.

Something to Talk About

3 Months!

Everything has happened, so let’s have a photo dump:

1. Halloween happened and it was awesome.

Ghost Bride and Harry Potter

Ghost Bride and Harry Potter

Moaning Myrtle married Harry Potter?  Nah.  I asked Robin what her back story was and she said her father murdered her right before she got married.  What the fuck, kid.

My BABY in a WEDDING DRESS.

My BABY in a WEDDING DRESS.

Her dress is a Cheapos Thrift find for either $5 or $10.  I can’t remember now.  I believe it’s a size 4, so lots of alterations.  I appreciate how the kids seem to be taking turns wanting homemade vs. store bought costumes which makes me very grateful.  My wrists are 99% now and I can do things.  Without pain, even!

Now I have TWO strong hands.

Now I have TWO strong hands.

2.  Joshua became a Cobra Kai.

Serious kid is serious.

Serious kid is serious.

Okay, maybe not.  His uniform has sleeves, so he can’t be Cobra Kai.  Yet.  He joined the intermediate black belt training, tested for his second level brown belt (red is next!) and started weapons training.

I’m particularly proud of how dedicated he is.  $200 of his own money went to paying for gear (weapons, bag, pads).  He is getting $25 a month back from Mom and Dad, but he made the initial investment.  He’s more mature and responsible than I am.

3.  There was an election of some sort which I deem completely unnecessary for discussion here.

Regardless of which side, your vote didn't matter.

Regardless of which side, your vote didn’t matter.

4.  Robin started with a new violin teacher.  She’s also now in a 1/4 size violin.  She also had a birthday and it was all good.

“hair crayons” are exactly what they sound like.

5.  Christmas!  I honestly don’t have any good pictures of the kids from Christmas because I’m an asshole I guess.  But I have the next best thing:

Santa is shorter in person.

Santa is shorter in person.

His elves are adorable jerks, though.

His elves are adorable jerks, though.

It has a HOOD!

It has a HOOD!

He couldn't care less that is has a hood.

He couldn’t care less that is has a hood.

6.  We had a blizzard and it was horrifying.

Behold the wrath of Mother Nature!

Behold the wrath of Mother Nature!

In case I didn’t feel crazy enough, I’ve decided to do ChÜberlist 2017 – The Year of the Slug.  It’s already a couple of weeks late so I’m off to a great start.

I'm getting ready, 2017.  Time to get serious.

I’m getting ready, 2017. Time to get serious.