"It's four o'clock in the morning" and no, it isn't a song title!

It's just the nightly (or more accurately, morningly) bathroom trip religiously performed by all of us capacity-challenged bladder owners in the Thundermug Lounge Social Club. I'm pleased to report the bathroom is still alive and well, and
the peculiar new vinyl smell from the new shower curtain (heavy duty, 10 gauge, Walmart $9.97) is slowly dissipating. Too slowly dissipating I might add...

Like it says here on the opening window for this blog, Welcome to the new Blogger. (I was quite happy with the Old Blogger, thanks all the same!) This "new" one really isn't all that new, you know. Recycled is more accurate. And not very well, either. But Google is nothing if not exceptional at tooting its own horn while carefully crafting its texts for the sole purpose of herding you in one and only one direction: straight into their open arms for further brainwashing, processing, and Remedial Behavior 101 as written and decreed by the Great Gurus of Google.

A sample? Sure, why not? But first, make sure you have your Bullshit Protectors on, because there's a lot of it in every line, and these guys are experts at handing you a line, trust me.

Introducing the completely new, streamlined blogging experience (Relax, Junior, this isn't next year's luxury sports model with the fifth-gear automatic overdrive and fifty-miles-per-gallon-downhill-with-a-tailwind!) that makes it easier for you to find what you need ( The hell you say! I need waterworks that don't wake me up three hours into a night's sleep, and I need lungs that still have their original five-times-necessary capacity so I'm not gasping for air, and I need, dare I say it, less bullshit here!) and focus on writing great blog posts. (FYI: I was focused on "writing great blog posts" long before some boob coined that phrase; back when we used word processors to dash off pungent, pithy prose sent to Dear Editor by a quaint little machine called a Fax, which delivered said pungent, pithy prose to said Dear Editor an hour or so before breakfast in the mornings, so that she could distribute one or two fresh ideas to her ace wordsmiths in time for the next editions coming down the line at the local daily newspaper. So there!)

Which brings us, after all that digression, to today's Question Everything which is: "If this really is a new and streamlined blogging experience, then why is it that I have to almost constantly re-select the font I prefer because the program doesn't retain my settings if I pause to edit or add an image or just want to stop and scratch my nose? What the hell's with that, Google?" Can't your people ever finish whatever they start? Do you believe, like the folks at Westinghouse of years gone by, that 'Progress is our most important product'? They clung to that idea until it became painfully obvious even to the inattentive that their competition was kicking the stuffings out of them because they simply had too many things in progress to be able to actually complete them properly and their quality went downhill faster than a kid on a new toboggan - and it could happen to you, too. So don't say I didn't point this out.