Engwar

Lack of a coherent essay these days can partly be blamed to the rise of the tablogging. Then again, striking a balance between a tech, utterly abstract mumbo jumbo or something explicit as a Tucker Max story is challenging There’s no better way to start a Monday morning with a hilarious rant about Drupal. Despite the mild headache, tis gonna be a good day!

I agree with some of the comments by the author. Yes, it’s not the easiest to configure and maintain. If you ignore some best practices you’re really screwed. If this configuration problem refers to specific module configurations, yes, I’ve seen numerous people gripe about that.

3rd party modules are there so that the core can be clean and simple. This extensibility, IMO a very good thing. Coding a custom CMS in Rails doesn’t seem sexy to me. It’s a really boring thing to code a CMS these days regardless of the language. There are enough free CMSes out there that work 95% of the time. The remaining 5% is not worth coding a new CMS from scratch.

Yes, Drupal views are stored in the database. For me, that’s the easiest and logical place to store this. I think if the file system was used, this feature would’ve been much slower given its dynamic nature.

Again, I agree with that the usability sucks. It can be improved.

The comment about the use of structured programming instead of OOP is nonsense. Drupal framework implement a hooks system that you can hook up a user defined function practically anywhere. For the programmer that’s sufficient to get the job done. Dissing the whole framework because of OOP fanboyism is stupid.

A particular software tool might not be able to do everything that we dream of doing. However, compared with a proprietary program, the user has a choice of choosing something which matches closely with his requirements. As Paul puts it, it’s like an arranged marriage vs. dating. Cool thing is, if you need a particular feature so badly you can pay someone and get it done the way you want it. Reality has it, even if it’s arranged vs. dated for couple of years, after getting married you can’t live together if you’re not able to make compromises. So I’ve been told.

I started my first blog in February 2004, it was called gnulog.blogspot.com and I quickly got addicted to writing. The problem with words is that the reader can interpret things you say in billion different ways. This also vary according to the mood the reader, in that particular moment. Many months later, when the blog got somewhat know within my social circle all hell started to break loose. “Oh, I recently saw your blog, what on earth are you writing?!”, “I didn’t knew you had blah blah type of view about blah blah … you must be like a [psychopath/mentally ill/weirdo/disturbed, take your pick] to write that shit”. Although I don’t recall them word to word, feedback was not very different. After sometime I went anonymous, got a pseudonym and started writing. So my main blog was gathering rust. Then there was yet another set of people who read your archives and try to make conclusions about yourself. Views you had on a particular thing 10 months ago might not be the same right now. So I started getting “you have said like this in the past and now you’re telling this, ha! double standards” sort of comments.

Then I migrated to wordpress and started to blog under chintana.wordpress.com. By this time I had about 5 – 6 different blogs where I wrote with various pseudonyms. I imported my blogger archives to wordpress and continued to blog under my real name. When I felt the need to write about whatever that comes to my mind I would resort to do that anonymously. After some time, for a reason that I cannot recall I decided to get rid of the wordpress blog. Although I blogged anonymously I thought I should write with my real name also and then got trevet.blogspot.com. I’ve completely forgotten the time period I had this.

Anonymous blogging does have the freedom of writing whatever you want and not be associated with a gross misinterpretation from some dolt later. You could write your opinions about terrorism, human trafficking, donkey porn etc… It doesn’t matter. People don’t know who is at the other end. The moment people know who’s writing, they stupidly and incorrectly starts to form your character by stuff you write. I’ve been bitten by this numerous times. Freedom to write whatever I wish without getting it associated to how I am in real life, is too much to ask, apparently. This is why I’ve been writing anonymously and getting rid of all the archives on my previous blogs. Now, I don’t have an anonymous blog, don’t plan to get one either.

After a similar confrontation recently, it made me realize that these compulsive judgemental cretins are not worth bothering about.

Grimness of the sound was just not giving in to the hot and gruesome night outside. Continuous screeches reassured that there were no one else but those little wanderers keeping everyone else company. Certainly a time when no like minded homo sapien step in. It was a definite cry for improvement, but no one would dare to walk up any alternative. As they know that’ll lead them no where but madness. Madness. Regaining conciousness for the n^th time would open the doors for another exhilarating adventure. Adventures that sometimes frown upon on certain banalities.

Letting another big pale blue pattern to swing at its free will might not have been in the initial plan. Being grateful to the one who restrain is on the edge of its mind, certain not to be uttered; too afraid of seeing it shot down as a fallacy.