My one line review of ecto, a blogging client for Mac OS X and Windows:
You frickin’ piece of shit you ate my god-damned post, even though I hit save before I hit publish and you beachballed for an eternity.
For the review to have the right effect, read it very loudly through clenched teeth.
In the trash you go, ecto. You and your cute little e.e. cummings name can kiss my ass. If I hit save, you better frickin’ save. Saving is done locally so there’s no reason my post should have disappeared when I had to force quit the application when it beachballed during a publish.
I was forced to give ecto a try because WordPress has some fancy pants editor plug-in that is utterly broken and useless in Safari. Generally I write my posts in TextWrangler and then just paste them in, but I did a bunch of revisions in ecto before I learned it is a post-eating piece of Satan’s handiwork.
This is ecto’s icon:
Here’s my suggested icon replacement:
Perhaps box of shit is a bit strong, but that’s what I’m feeling right now. As you can imagine, this isn’t the post I planned on writing tonight.
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