It's funny with blogging how you can never predict what reaction you're going to get to any one particular post. Monday's post wasn't meant to go like that — off on a tangent. It was merely me saying it's nice to see I'm not the only one who whines about Domino and I expected the usual handful of responses. It wasn't me having a go, but it's obvious that is what I'm best known for doing.
While I'm the first to admit I use this blog to vent my frustration (you guys start a blog and see how long it is before you do the same!) I also still believe that the site itself has made a massive difference to the world of Domino web development. If this site never existed I'm confident that Domino web development would be in a much sorrier state than it is now. Sometimes I think my detractors should remember this and allow me to express my feelings via the blog. Sure, I might rubbish Domino every now and then, but remember all the good I've done too, before you decide to hate me. Remember, this site is not just a blog.
Never having wanted to come across as a whinging pom I've made a concerted effort recently to tone it down a little, which I think has been working. How many times have I had a stab at Domino over the past few months? This change is not only to alter your perception of me, but also because I've realised it's a complete waste of time picking out the myriad faults in Domino's web engine.
Naively I used to believe my voice would be heard and, just maybe, acted on. Now it's becoming ever so clear nothing is going to change with Domino and it's a case of like it or leave it. So, which to do? The obvious thing to do is leave. I'd like to do this but it's never that easy. If I were 21 and single again I would do. But I'm not. I'm 31, with a baby due any day now and a considerable mortgage to pay. As it goes I make a decent living through this website and Domino. To change now would be completely foolish and even unimaginable. It's the need to earn a decent amount of money that makes me stick around and a desire for perfection that makes me pick fault on occasion.