Can I just preface this post with the point that I am the only one in my house who can work the Apple TV properly. I think it has something to do with the life or death relationship I had going with Mad Men Season Five. But when it comes to the blog, well, lets just say I’ve managed to push the wrong button a few times here. There’s nothing quite like being greeted by a blank screen and the rush of nausea that follows with the realization you may have accidentally deleted absolutely everything.
Yesterday I sent a message to my friend Kelly, she understands blog stuff, you know, the stuff that happens when you go behind the screen. I don’t go behind the screen, I just stay right here up the front, it’s safer that way. I wanted to ask her about changing from Blogger to WordPress.
“Do you have a hosting site organized?” she asked.
“What’s a hosting site?” I wondered.
If there was blogging 101, I’m pretty sure I would have been asked to repeat.
About nine months ago I somehow managed to make the comments button disappear *insert Family Feud wrong answer noise here*. Buh bow. Fail. I spent a few hours pushing random buttons while swearing at my laptop. At one stage the entire blog disappeared completely. Gone. It was then that I decided it might be a good idea if I just left it. You know when your parents tell you to “just stop playing with it before you break it”. I did that. I hoped that maybe everyone would just work out you had to double click on the home button to comment.
G noticed the button had disappeared. He pointed it out. Big mistake. It meant I could then make it his fault, you know, because he didn’t fix it. I can make just about everything my husband’s fault if I put my mind to it. Even when he’s not in the country. It’s a skill I’ve developed over the years.
As you can imagine, for this reason alone, he just loves it when I ask for help. He kind of does this:
My sister sent me a note yesterday asking why she wasn’t getting the blog in her Facebook feed anymore. She is the fourth person to ask me the same question in the last 24 hours. I decided to ask G who I had once again mistaken for Arianna Huffington.
“People can’t see my blog when I post it on Facebook?”
He looked at me helplessly. “Google?” And then he quickly left the room.
I hopped on Twitter and this clever woman had the answer, and pictures as well!
It turns out that Facebook have been sneaky. Liking a page no longer means it’s going to pop up in your newsfeed. You now have to hover over the “like” button and hit “settings” and then “all updates”. Here’s a little 4 step diagram.
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