🧵Bloga Afiŝo Pri Blogado 2: Oh, So Disappointed With the Look of Blogs

 

🧵Bloga Afiŝo Pri Blogado 2: Oh, So Disappointed With the Look of Blogs

Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace the Widget Graveyard

Let me level with you.

I have always — always — been oh so disappointed with the look of blogs.

Not just my blog. Blogs, in general. Even the well-behaved ones. They either try too hard ("Look, I have parallax scrolling and five kinds of breadcrumbs!") or they don’t try at all ("Here’s my 2011 WordArt header, deal with it.").

And then there’s this one.

Delfik Orakle.

It doesn’t try. It doesn't even pretend to try.

I’ve tweaked things here and there over the years. Moved widgets. Changed background colors. Accidentally broke things. Added a search bar that no one uses, including me.

Once, in a fit of ambition, I spent two hours trying to fix everything using templates. I even was once so ambitious that I tried to fix the header on Blogger.

I failed.

The header remains defiantly off-center — a quiet metaphor for my entire aesthetic life.

Let me be honest:
I’ve been tempted.
Oh yes, I’ve stood at the gates of WordPress, hand on the mouse, seduced by the clean templates and customizable blocks. I’ve whispered:

"One day, I will migrate this whole mess over."

But then reality taps me on the shoulder and says:
“You’ve been using Blogger since before Instagram was even born. Who are you kidding?”

You see, moving all this content would take… effort.
And frankly, I’d rather spend that effort writing about how much I dislike my own blog layout.

So I stay.
I blog.
I squint.
I accept.

This, dear reader, is Blogger.
Not a platform. A state of being. A commitment to inertia. A digital filing cabinet in the cloud with a post-it note that says “please don’t judge me by the fonts.”

And yes — I know it looks ugly.

But you know what?
Sometimes ugly grows on you. But not in this case.

I continue to create beautiful websites. Like this one I created for the La Gxoja Filozofio project. People said it looked very nice. Almost everyone compliment me about it. Yes, this one.

But, yes, sometimes, ugly grows on you.
Like lichen. Or existentialism. Or the word "moist."

So here I remain — typing into the void, under fluorescent serif fonts and widgets from the Paleozoic era — because this is my home.

Welcome back to Delfik Orakle:
Still deconstructed.
Still mildly embarrassing.
Still mine.