Sometimes I think it would be better to listen a little less closely to lyrics to the songs I love. For instance, the title of this post comes from one of Springsteen’s early, early show-stoppers, “Thundercrack”. Which, for reasons that just became a little clearer to me, never made it on any of his albums, except Tracks or Before the Fame or one of the other compilations from deep in the darkest part of the vaults.
Anyway, that doesn’t matter because in today’s in box was no less than three notes from Bob, Bruce and Sony Music, telling me about the latest offerings that I simply must have. Bob is releasing a box set of old stuff, including never before seen (except by lunatics like me who obsessively collect every scrap of tape/video/kinescope) footage of his early, early Newport Folk Festival stuff and another box set of best of the best of the best of the best. What ever. I’ll take a pass on that.
The Boss is releasing a new E Street Band album, with all new music, that drops on October 2. SQUEEEE. And the Coolest Person In The World didn’t give me a heads up on this? She is so getting a beat down from me. Except not, because this means there’ll be a tour and that means I’ll be backstage with her somewhere or another. Madison Square Garden? Somewhere else? Somewhere, for sure. Because that’s what we do.
The third e-mail was from Sony to tell me that Mrs. Springsteen, the formerly cute Pati Scialfa is also releasing a new CD. To which I say, who cares?
In other, even duller news, I have tweaked the technorati tag cloud into looking like it’s part of my blog, I have gotten the comments working correctly, and about a third of my posts are correctly assigned categories. The search works fine, but not the actual link from found item to page. There are comments tucked away in a data base that I have yet to pull out and get displaying again. But mostly and over all, I think this is shaping up nicely. Prepare for the return of the Cafe Press shop, with half a dozen t-shirt designs, and some of the RLA & my artwork for sale as mousepads and notebooks. (At least the cover art)
To my blog.
I did something to something at some time on Saturday and blew up my site. A mere $15 and desperate e-mail to tech support later, and my site is back…to where it was a week ago before I got the comments working right.
Sigh.
But here I am, back on the dining room table, banging out code and loving it. Sort of like loving getting tattoos. You know? When you’re done, it’s a beautiful thing and you forget the pain. Sort of. Until you get the urge to do it again.
On another, yet just as typical note, the wonderful Paul Gallo of the house of Gallofornia was here visiting over the weekend. Yesterday, I skipped work and the master made a muslin for me. Yesh! I have my own, personal, hand-made original Gallo fitting muslin. I can’t wait to get into the sewing room with that bad boy and some of the yummy nummy knits I’ve been buying lately from Gorgeous Things and Emma One-Sock.
But enough about joy, it’s back to code and pain. Oh. Yeah. Pain. By request, the Number Two Surrogate Daughter’s finished tat:
Well, gentle readers. The headlines now link correctly to the perma-links for each entry.
The comments link to comments and allow you to enter same.
The categories link to categories.
And here are a couple of shots from yesterday’s excursion to Altered States:
Number two daughter’s new tat.
And my new gloriosa lily, at just over life size. It’s on my left wrist.
Well, more like pulling hen’s teeth. I have taken several days off of code writing since getting this back on line. Now I have to tweak and tease and make it pretty. Add some non-breaking spaces here and there. Get more links to work, because I don’t know about you, but I’m already tired of looking at my Dread 404 error page.
This weekend I have to go to Stuart, retrieve the Number 2 Surrogate Daughter from her summer of indentured servitude and bring her back to Miami. As a reward for packing up my parents’ home, and in addition to her pay, I’m taking her to my favorite tattoo parlor for some ink work. She’s getting a molecule, and I’m thinking about a wrist piece featuring this flower.
Star knows this and in fact is coming along for the ride. Whether I can talk her into some ink is unlikely. Unlikely like me voting Republican kind of unlikely, which is to say when ice skating is Hell’s favorite sport.
Well, sweetiedarlings, was it worth the wait? There are still a number of elements that I haven’t gotten working smoothly, yet, specifically, my photo blog is still down, and comments can be a little wonky*, but here it is.
The new site, on a new server, using a new CMS. I only had to call tech support once, and if I’d been keeping a notebook of all the things I’d tried that failed (which I started doing after talking to tech support) I wouldn’t have had to call. It was a matter of variables, and I thought I’d tried every possible string, but I hadn’t. Once I started keeping notes, things went a little faster.
Anyway, the extended link isn’t up and working, so for now, all entries will be in the main window, but still and all. People, I have been pounding code since I crawled out of bed from the bronchial infection. I’ve been sitting at my keyboard from the moment I get home until I get to bed, and that time has been pushed back to 2 a.m. and beyond on the weekends. Tonight, the RLA and I went to the grocery store after work, bought something to eat, and then it was on to the code war.
And at 11:19 p.m. on July 30, 2007, I moved all the files, reset the path and sent this bad puppy out into the interwebs.
Did you miss me while I was gone?
* Hint for the comments. Try clicking on the title of the entry. Now that the main push is over, I can fine tune the code. Any help is welcome.
It’s not like I’m not trying. And it’s not like I haven’t been saving and notating and blah blah blah. For hours and hours and hours on end. Till 2 in the morning. Before breakfast. After work. But still, this new site isn’t pulling from its data base. Isn’t dynamic. Isn’t worth the pixels its printed on.
