Another one of those links in the WordPress dashboard caught my eye today. Matt Mullenweg has a post with the provocative title Plugin Authors Get No Love. He’s talking about the difference in attitude between WP theme and plugin creators.
It seems a lot of people are publishing themes with slight strings attached. Some insist on a link back to the designer’s site, some include advertising using the designer’s Adsense details. Apparently it’s claimed that the sky will fall if WordPress should start to insist that themes are released under the GPL licence, and that nobody will develop themes if they can’t have nice links and the like.
Matt compares this with plugin development, where GPL is normal, and yet development is extremely active.
It seems any of the doomsday scenarios people are expecting to happen to themes would have happened to plugins years ago.
Quite. One thing he mentions is that
Plugin authors almost never get links on the front-end of a blog
I’m sure that’s true. I’ve seen a lot of sites that are obviously using plugins, but there’s no obvious indication of which ones they’re using. I’m not sure if this is because the site owners are deliberately trying to keep their cunning methods to themselves, or if they just haven’t thought about giving visible credit to the people who’ve helped make their sites possible.
However, here at Losing it, things are different. I write about useful plugins now and then, and I have a prominent link to my Credits page where I highlight some of the plugins I especially like, and link to a list of all the plugins I currently use. But I’d like to take this opportunity to thank all the people who put so much time and effort into writing the plugins that make this site what it is. Thanks, folks
 Well, you can’t actually blame those nice developers for the actual content. That’s all my fault.
After my early starts on Wednesday and Thursday, I got up a bit later today. I did have one photographic target in mind, but as it was very misty today, I decided to leave that for another day.
Instead, I stayed in and did some dysonning and tidying up. I’ve also made a good start on sorting out some of my backlog of photographs, but I haven’t done enough to actually put them on show yet. I’ll try to get round to that before I go back to work on Monday.
Apparently, we’re about to have the warmest weekend so far this year, with Sunday’s temperature predicted to be as high as – oh hold on. In the last few minutes, the estimated temperature as shown on the BBC Weather page has dropped from 21°C (70°F for the benefit of crazy furriners) to 17°C (around 63°F). And the “sun” icon has changed to a fluffy white cloud. Mutter.
If the newer estimate proves to be accurate, I probably will get round to sorting out the pictures, and if the earlier one is more accurate, I’ll go out and make my backlog even bigger.
 I’m far too pedantic to refer to using a Dyson vacuum cleaner as “hoovering” and far too casual to refer to it as “vacuuming”
BBC News reports that protein extracted from T Rex bones is very similar to chicken protein. This is interesting for several reasons – it wasn’t previously thought that protein could survive that long, and it proves that everything really does taste like chicken.
Great for anyone who likes a nice big drumstick!
It reminds me of an old sf short story by Isaac Asimov, which appeared under the titles of “A Statue for Father” and “Benefactor of Humanity”. A man invents a time machine of some kind, and some little dinosaurs come through his time portal thingy. In some unfortunate accident or other, the dinos get burnt, and it turns out that their meat is the most delicious food ever, or some such. The inventor, who wanted to be known for inventing the time machine is instead revered as the man who gave the world dinochicken.
 Look, to check the details, I’d have to stand up, go downstairs, find the right book on the shelf and re-read the story. You’ll just have to make do with my recollection, so there
 It’s rambling asides like that one that account for my ludicrously high word count.