There are several things that I don’t like:
- hot rooms
- melted ice-cream
- long loading times
- and when people think you are stupid!
The latter is worst. One of the examples are websites where you can choose your language like this:
Please choose your language / Bitte wählen Sie Ihre Sprache:
German Deutsch
When you give people a choice there should be at least some difference, right? Now let’s look at what I found recently: Read on

There are a lot of sites out there, that kindly ask you to give them money. These are sites that have advertisements all over the place. As their ads don’t make them as rich as they expected they ask you for your money in exchange to their poor content. Interesting, isn’t it?
Ian Fernando points out that this is often done with a blog plugin, that -in his words- uses “Neuro Linguistic Programming Strategy“. Instead of asking directly for money they want you to buy them a beer or a coffee. Even Ramon questions what you donate for. When people need money to run their blog, I suggests they host them at some free blog provider like blogger or wordpress.
Anyhow, this annoys me as much as twittering! Read on
Ok, I don’t exactly hate Twitter, even if this post is in the hate category. Anyway, I don’t like Twitter for these 4 reasons:
Twitter is an excuse
People often use Twitter when they don’t have anything to say on their blog. Instead of a real update they post something like “I just got up” or “Today I wear white socks.” And I am like: “What do I care? I want to read some real updates!”
Twitter is watching You !
That is a bit exaggerated of course, but it’s a fact that the internet never forgets. Past week 3 posts of my other blog were lost completely because I didn’t use the right backup *stupid me*
. Nevertheless they had already been indexed at Technorati and so I could find my complete articles there. The point is: Today anything can get indexed - your private manners as well as the locations you go, etc. Some twitterers try to make the congress tweet, and forget how important it was to speak in private and from face to face. That, my dear twitterers, is called the real world. Read on
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