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Revisiting Newsfox – the Firefox Feed Reader
Back in May, I wrote about how much I loooove the Firefox plugins/extensions I use. Today, I get to write about some my dissatisfaction with one in particular – Newsfox. Don’t get me wrong – it works and it works well. Out of all the readers I’ve tried, I like it the best. But it could be SO MUCH BETTER.
I first went to the bug reports page on mozdev.org to see if anyone is having my same issues and/or has requested the same features I want. Then I went to the addons discussion page to do the same thing. One of the features I am looking for has been both reported as a bug and requested on the discussion page, and one is only on the discussion page.
Bug report: Move feeds into other folders (drag & drop) Yes, gawd PLEASE I need to organize my feeds into categories and drag & drop would be wonderful. The current interface automatically adds a new feed to the default FEEDS group, whether I want it there or not. The reply?
This may be provided eventually, but the main problem is that it is unclear
what such a drag&drop means. Is it a move or a copy?It is almost as easy to go to ‘options’ on the feed context menu and check all
the groups where you want the feed.
Are you effing KIDDING ME??!!?? MOVE THE FEED. MOVE IT MOVE IT why in the name of all that’s holy would I want the feed *twice*??!!?? I want the feed in one group. Only one.
Okay, so I mosey on over to the Newsfox Addons Discussion page, where I again find someone asking for Categories for sorting the feeds. The reply? I’m not sure what this means. What this means is that this person (like me) wants to be able to move news feeds into a NEWS group, sexblogs into a SEXBLOGS group, friends into a FRIENDS group, etc etc and so on. I created a NEWS group, selected the option on the feed to show in the NEWS group – and now I have two copies of the feed. One in the FEEDS default group, and one in my NEWS group. I do not *need* the feed twice, and if I delete it from the FEEDS default group it disappears from BOTH GROUPS. (C’mon, grind your teeth with me now.)
Reiteration: I want one feed. I want that one feed in the group I think it belongs in. I neither want nor need two copies of the feed (one in default, one in group I created).
Are you clear on what that means, now?
Next up, the addons page again. When I posted my review in May, I mentioned that it doesn’t open in a new tab. Lo and behold, someone else has asked for Newsfox to open in a new tab, rather than the current window. Having it open in the current window has caused me to lose more than one document – it is literally the ONLY Firefox addon I have installed that opens in the current window. Are you ready for another gobsmacking reply?
It follows the long established history of the home page button. You can open a new tab by clicking the middle mouse button on the toolbar button (not sure what the Mac equivalent is if you have no middle button) or by ctrl-t followed by alt-t, f for the menu item. You can’t directly get a new tab from just the menu item.
The Gmail manager and FireFTP open in new tabs, so – Yes, you CAN directly get a new tab by clicking on a toolbar button. It’s POSSIBLE. What you need to say is that NEWSFOX is not coded to do that. It should be, but it isn’t.
Associations with words.
- Situation :: room
- Theme song :: Wonder Woman
- Kelly :: Green
- Club :: smash
- Swerve :: to miss a squirrel
- Couch :: upholstery
- Bigfoot :: myth
- Arbitrary :: decision
- Inventor :: Tesla
- Blazer :: Chevy
There is nothing on the planet more fun than
teaching a gum-chewing six year old how to blow bubbles.
Just so you know.
Dan came in and asked me how to blow a bubble. I said “I can’t teach you right now, I’m not chewing gum!”
Joe to the rescue: He took HIS gum out of his mouth, pulled my lower lip down, and placed his gum lovingly on my tongue with a “dere you go, Mommy!!!”
Say it with me now: AaaawEEEEEW.
So many things to talk about
so little focus.
I keep hearing anti-mommyblogger rumbles here and there. It’s my website, and I’ll blog if I want to, blog if I want to, blog if I want to
This is where I’d put a picture of Joe’s current obsession – getting close to you and then flipping over, yelling “BOOTIE IN THE FACE!!!!!” if I had a camera
The roadtrip has officially been recovered from and after I get back from grocery shopping today, caught up from – the last load of laundry is in the dryer even as we speak.
Temptation is biting me in the rear – I want to move in with Ree – or maybe just to her back 40. I think I’d miss the mountains though…
The wonderfully fantastical laptop is not awesome enough for a poweruser such as myself. I’ve already broken two keys on the keyboard (one from overuse, and one from trying to “fix” the broken one).
Off to the grocery store I go…
A late mutter
- Happen :: to be there
- Terribly :: sorry
- History :: repeats
- Master :: slave
- Petrified :: no longer
- Moan :: and groan
- Attack :: of the killer bees.
- Picture :: perfect
- Students :: and Teachers
- Potter :: clay
I’d like to take you on a magic journey…
As my children get older, travel gets much easier. I didn’t hear “Are we THERE YET??!!??” until we were at the halfway mark, and not one person got full-on carsick. Doing 35 mph on the interstate made me a wee bit cranky, but since the lack of (new) windshield wipers was indeed my fault there was nothing to do but suck it up and deal. The drive still wipes me out, but we all know I’m a wimp like that. The boys are also more willing to put up with things like “let’s sleep on the floor since Mamaw’s beds are SO TALL!!!” (And seriously, what IS it with the tall beds??!!?? Every Grandma I know from her generation has a mattress that’s twenty feet from the floor.)
The region itself is a quite heady blend of WalMart tackiness, rural charm, and a certain toughness of mind and attitude. Every southern stereotype is represented in this visit, and I shamelessly people-watch as I cruise through the shopping center parking lot. The thought occurs that I never really paid attention to the schizophrenic nature of the town. Usually my shopping companion is the elderly (but still mobile) woman who gets her hair done once a week and wouldn’t dream of being seen outside her home without makeup and a genteel honey-sweet voice as she says “You’re taller than I am, can you reach that for me please?”. This trip, I chase a woman of undetermined age through the aisles. I don’t get the opportunity to converse much – she grabs and moves on. Her makeup is garish, her hair a brassy bottle-blonde. Earrings ascend her outer ear, the ladder-like graduation of sizes pulling your eyes away from her lipstick and seeming to point down to her fringed t-shirt. Her voice was 60-grit sandpaper, her laugh a gurgling cough/wheeze.
As you can see, I was rather fascinated by this woman in her splendor.
Mamaw says that suburban sprawl expansion will soon absorb our tiny hometown and fold it into the bland Big City. I’m not quite sure how to feel about that – although it is our family homeplace, it’s not MY home. But the one good thing?
The view will still be the same.
Introducing Mamaw to technology
You’re just going to have to suck it up and deal re: the image quality – it was taken with my daughter’s craptastic cell camera.
I honestly don’t know if Mamaw has ever seen a laptop, much less actually held one on her lap (at 91, techology at that level is extremely optional), and flipping our way through the photos from LAST year’s party was downright fascinating to her.
Home schweet home
The good news is we’re home. The bad news is we’re currently without internet access at the house.
A few pics and a story or two when gen-u-wine access has been restored.
Update: I loce Time Warner Cable. Here and gone, signal is restored, and all is well in our world again!
And a good time was had by (almost) all.
The boys and I went to the Kernersville Fireworks display, and Alannah joined us later. The Kernersville News had reported that quality over quantity was the theme, and I’m quite happy to confirm that. The boys had a blast playing on the playground equipment and rolling around on plush thick grass and clover that was there.
Getting Joe to sit still through the entire fireworks display was significantly outside his range, but he did good considering he’s an almost-4 year old boy on a playground after bedtime *wheeeeeee*
Me? The word of the evening was overstimulation. There was a hardcore gospel band playing at the church across the tracks, and the band the town hired was playing on the field. I don’t do so well with thumpin’ bass, and the combination of the two was painful, to say the least. My best moment was when the boys finally settled down (as much as they could) to watch the fireworks, and the competing music stopped.
We’re going to be wending our way through the mountains soon, to celebrate my Mamaw’s 91st birthday. I should probably check for wifi availability….