In Which We Test Flock

The following is a test of Flock‘s built-in post-to-WordPress functionality. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain or the snippet of story used in this test; both are figments of your imagination.


“Okay,” Steve said as he regained his feet, “that was some serious black helicopter shit right there.”

Agent Drake brushed concrete dust off the shoulder of his suit jacket with one hand and peered at Steve, eyes still hidden behind those damned dark sunglasses. “I’m afraid I don’t follow, Mr. Holcomb,” he said.

“Oh, come on!” Steve shouted, gesturing toward the hole in the wall. “Some kind of Knight Rider supercar just drove right through this warehouse! Your boys just took down a shape-shifting alien assassin with a sonic pulse blaster that I’m pretty sure I saw in a G.I. JOE cartoon twenty years ago and now everybody—ninjas, aliens, everybody—is gone! Beamed up by Scotty or whoever the hell is controlling your transporter that you keep saying doesn’t exist!”

“Localized seismic tremors caused some structural damage to a warehouse that was apparently constructed with substandard materials and with little or no regard to municipal building codes, Mr. Holcomb.” Drake said. He was dialing a number on his cell phone, but continued to talk to Steve. “The building was abandoned, but an intruder—that would be you, Mr. Holcomb—was injured when the south wall collapsed. The intruder sustained no broken bones or life-threatening internal injuries, but did suffer some cranial trauma which led to mild delusions and amnesia.”

“Like hell,” Steve said, grabbing the agent’s cell phone. “You’re not calling anymore of your buddies in to cover this up. Not this time!”

“Of course I’m not,” Drake said, and Steve thought he saw the faintest trace of a smirk on the agent’s normally stoic face, “I’m merely distracting you for a moment.”

Steve frowned, puzzled. “Distracting me? From wha—”

The question died on his lips as an invisible rifle butt slammed into the back of his head. There was a bright flash of stars, then nothing.

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2 thoughts on “In Which We Test Flock”

  1. I’m rather new to this whole “web 2.0” thing, and was thinking of trying out Flock.

    Giving in to the concepts of mediated experiences in the web2.0 environment, I’ll ask the question “How does using Flock make you feel?”

    If you’re going to dive in head-first, I should allow you the honor and be prepared to a) call paramedics or b) mirror your leap.

    Enquiring minds want to know —

  2. Giving in to the concepts of mediated experiences in the web2.0 environment, I’ll ask the question “How does using Flock make you feel?”

    Well, here’s the thing: until Flock properly integrates the new tagging features of WordPress 2.3, I’m probably not going to use it. Clicking the tags that Flock generated for this post will take you to Technorati rather than a list of similarly-tagged entries on my site. While I won’t say that’s entirely useless, it’s not how I’ve implemented tags here.

    The alternative to using Flock’s tagging feature would be coming back here to edit each post and add my own tags, which kind of defeats the purpose.

    And therein is the challenge for Flock and other browser-based blogging tools: they need to duplicate everything I can do in the WordPress admin interface so I don’t feel I have to revisit each post in said interface to make changes. I honestly doubt that will ever happen (especially considering some of the plug-ins I use), so my gut tells me that I won’t be using Flock on a regular basis.

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