2/22/2005
Jenorama: Superhero
KatieK told me I could have this superhero!!! How great is that???
Here are some of the taglines I've been writing down in my little notebook: What do you think?
There is no blog.
Ceci n'est-ce pas une blog.
This is not the blog you're looking for.
Full of bull from morning til night. (and I am a Taurus, get it?)
Cuter Than a Hedgehog.
Dust In Its Infinite Lightness.
This is not a blog.
It's not just for breakfast anymore.
The blog you don't take home to mother.
Putting the "ma" back in Jenorama.
Putting the "no" back in Jenorama.
Putting the "or" back in Jenorama.
More Jen than you can shake a stick at.
All Jen. All the Time.
More Jen than you can Rama.
Scaring young children since 1993.
Where young boys are surgically removed.
The pussy next door.
Ain't No Time To Blog
Ain't Too Proud to Blog.
Reheat on high 1 minute.
Here are some of the taglines I've been writing down in my little notebook: What do you think?
There is no blog.
Ceci n'est-ce pas une blog.
This is not the blog you're looking for.
Full of bull from morning til night. (and I am a Taurus, get it?)
Cuter Than a Hedgehog.
Dust In Its Infinite Lightness.
This is not a blog.
It's not just for breakfast anymore.
The blog you don't take home to mother.
Putting the "ma" back in Jenorama.
Putting the "no" back in Jenorama.
Putting the "or" back in Jenorama.
More Jen than you can shake a stick at.
All Jen. All the Time.
More Jen than you can Rama.
Scaring young children since 1993.
Where young boys are surgically removed.
The pussy next door.
Ain't No Time To Blog
Ain't Too Proud to Blog.
Reheat on high 1 minute.
Dumb Little Tuesday
When I was in high school, we had this little old, frail, bent over English teacher who was widely feared. Mrs. Fuller. She was older than God, and I think she has passed away by now.
She was a lovely woman, and introduced me to more great literature than I was exposed to in college and graduate school combined. Not that her lecture skills were great: her idea of lecturing was dictating notes while she made her dinner. Then, she would play them for us. And she made us write. Boy, did she make us write: a 5 page paper every three weeks on a book read outside of class. That was in addition to Lalich's book review and research paper. Five papers, typed on a typewriter, when you are 15 years old, every nine weeks. If that doesn't make or break you, I don't know what will.
I was thinking of Mrs. Fuller today because she always used to call Tuesday Dumb Little Tuesday. She couldn't see that it had any value in the week. Monday you dread. Wednesday is hump day. Thursday is So Happy It's Thursday. Friday is TGIF. Saturday and Sunday are the weekend and Sabbath. You get the idea. But Tuesday? Just Dumb Little Tuesday.
Well. I am having a Dumb Little Tuesday.
I started my day by stepping in cat shit with heels on (on a day when I actually wore a little heel with my slacks). I then cleaned up cat shit, not realizing that I had stepped in it.
Until I got into the car and smelled it. Dropped kids off for school, and headed for work so I could wash my shoes before my early morning meeting. Got pulled over by a cop for doing 30 in a 20 MPH zone. He must have a) recognized me from when Sam was hit by a car and b) realized that a ticket would result in my license being suspended, and I was in a minivan for chrissakes, and a dented and dirty minivan at that, because he let me off with just a warning.
I got my shoe washed, got to my meeting and was greeted by friendly black stray puppy in the parking lot.
He was still there when I got out of my meeting.
So, I called animal control to come and get him. I am inspired by the stories I read of people picking up stray dogs and putting them in their cars, but I was late, I was dressed up, and I knew that animal control would take him the same place I would. We have one shelter in town, and they don't kill their animals.
I am dying to drive out and see him and see whether Rufus's siblings are still there... But considering the fact that the cat shit I stepped in this morning was Rufus's and we are taking him to the vet today to de-worm him, maybe I should just assume that doggy and siblings are fine and NOT GO.
Yesterday, Sam appeared to have laryngitis due to a cold.
Today I am starting to think maybe his voice is changing.
Nocturnal emissions I can handle, but I am so not ready for this.
She was a lovely woman, and introduced me to more great literature than I was exposed to in college and graduate school combined. Not that her lecture skills were great: her idea of lecturing was dictating notes while she made her dinner. Then, she would play them for us. And she made us write. Boy, did she make us write: a 5 page paper every three weeks on a book read outside of class. That was in addition to Lalich's book review and research paper. Five papers, typed on a typewriter, when you are 15 years old, every nine weeks. If that doesn't make or break you, I don't know what will.
I was thinking of Mrs. Fuller today because she always used to call Tuesday Dumb Little Tuesday. She couldn't see that it had any value in the week. Monday you dread. Wednesday is hump day. Thursday is So Happy It's Thursday. Friday is TGIF. Saturday and Sunday are the weekend and Sabbath. You get the idea. But Tuesday? Just Dumb Little Tuesday.
Well. I am having a Dumb Little Tuesday.
I started my day by stepping in cat shit with heels on (on a day when I actually wore a little heel with my slacks). I then cleaned up cat shit, not realizing that I had stepped in it.
Until I got into the car and smelled it. Dropped kids off for school, and headed for work so I could wash my shoes before my early morning meeting. Got pulled over by a cop for doing 30 in a 20 MPH zone. He must have a) recognized me from when Sam was hit by a car and b) realized that a ticket would result in my license being suspended, and I was in a minivan for chrissakes, and a dented and dirty minivan at that, because he let me off with just a warning.
I got my shoe washed, got to my meeting and was greeted by friendly black stray puppy in the parking lot.
He was still there when I got out of my meeting.
So, I called animal control to come and get him. I am inspired by the stories I read of people picking up stray dogs and putting them in their cars, but I was late, I was dressed up, and I knew that animal control would take him the same place I would. We have one shelter in town, and they don't kill their animals.
I am dying to drive out and see him and see whether Rufus's siblings are still there... But considering the fact that the cat shit I stepped in this morning was Rufus's and we are taking him to the vet today to de-worm him, maybe I should just assume that doggy and siblings are fine and NOT GO.
Yesterday, Sam appeared to have laryngitis due to a cold.
Today I am starting to think maybe his voice is changing.
Nocturnal emissions I can handle, but I am so not ready for this.
God, That's Depressing...
From:
A VOCATION OF UNHAPPINESS
"Writing is considered a profession, and I don't think it is a profession. I think that everyone who does not need to be a writer, who thinks he can do something else, ought to do something else. Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness. I don't think an artist can ever be happy." --Georges Simenon (1903-1985) (Borrowed, with thanks, from Collected Miscellany)
2/21/2005
A little help? You know you want to...
Well, as you know, I am taking the big leap into the .com-o-sphere of blogging.
I am now in the queue for my design (and this will be four weeks away, in all likelihood), and starting to think about it. And I am feeling a little blogger-brain dead today after mypitiful heroic installation efforts yesterday.
The first thing I want is a great tag line, and to sort of build my site around that.
I sent an email to my designer Christina (and my techie is Christine) yesterday, giving her the URL of some of my favorite designs from Moxie, and noting themes among them:
I am not that clever, nor that close-lipped.
I am asking for help, please.
Let's start with the tag-line. Do you have any great taglines dancing around that you can part with?
I am now in the queue for my design (and this will be four weeks away, in all likelihood), and starting to think about it. And I am feeling a little blogger-brain dead today after my
The first thing I want is a great tag line, and to sort of build my site around that.
I sent an email to my designer Christina (and my techie is Christine) yesterday, giving her the URL of some of my favorite designs from Moxie, and noting themes among them:
- color=good
- no whitespace
- graphic=good
- possibly the idea of a jenorama superhero?
- plug-ins=good
I am not that clever, nor that close-lipped.
I am asking for help, please.
Let's start with the tag-line. Do you have any great taglines dancing around that you can part with?
2/20/2005
I Should Have Just Bought an iPod My Panic Attack Is Over
Well.
I went ahead and picked out the license I wanted from Movable Type (MT) I contacted blogomania about the package I wanted for web hosting, and the domain name I want (and now own, but which is not yet resolved, so it will keep, though duh, what could it be?).
And so this morning, I had the information about my hosting, and decided to follow the Installation Instructions for MT.
Now. I have a little bit of experience writing instructions. Helllllooooo. And I do believe that even the inexperienced person could probably figure out how to do this with a simple glossary. Like: what is a cgi directory? And how does one create one? Instead of just a direction such as: Create a cgi Directory for your blah blah blah.
Uh, no.
So, I uploaded for over an hour, every single thing involved with MT, and turns out, probably uploaded all of it to the wrong place--
I have no clue what I am doing.
I am eyeing TypePad now, but I just bought a domain name and hosting, so, dammit, I am going to use them!
I somehow (don't ask) managed to install Word Press somehow into something dealing with my webhost (you can ask-- I just don't think I have the vocabulary to explain it).
But I don't think I can use it until my domain name is "resolved" which, I assume, means that it acknowledges that somebody bought it and will let that somebody use it.
Word Press should let me blog.
I even tried, unsuccessfully just to publish this blog on my FTP server. I cut that shit out right away. Damn errors.
I was all cocky five hours ago, thinking, "This cannot be that hard. I have adjusted my template before! And if I figure this out, I may have a promising future in web design!"
But the simple truth is, I think that the amount of TIME involved with using MT might be too daunting. There might be a reason you can make big bucks in Web Developing, which has everything to do with your patience and willingness to sit and do what I do not have the willingness or the patience to sit and do for more than five hours on a Sunday.
Though I know I'll be back at it shortly. It is like having something caught in my teeth-- my tongue can't stop rubbing it.
I know I need to call Don, but I don't want the lecture about not using free software yet. Damn Damn Damn.
I went and picked up Party Boy at 1:30 (I had to shower first, because I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I looked like Laslo Hollyfeld-- quick, who is that?). He threw up last night, and his voice sounded shaky on the phone. I asked him on the way home, "What time did you go to bed last night?"
And he didn't know.
Last time he went to a slumber party, he came home in the afternoon and slept straight through til morning. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if that happened again today.
If anyone wants to dazzle me with their brilliance about MT or domain names and webhosting and blogs, please HELP!
UPDATE
No, I haven't figured out how to install Movable Type. That is what emails to tech support are for. I got an email back almost immediately from Christine at blogomania telling me where to find tech support. They have paired up with Moxie Designs. And I figure, while I'm at this, I'm gonna go ahead and get my little blog hair done too.
I don't know when my new blog will be up and running, but it's in the works!
I went ahead and picked out the license I wanted from Movable Type (MT) I contacted blogomania about the package I wanted for web hosting, and the domain name I want (and now own, but which is not yet resolved, so it will keep, though duh, what could it be?).
And so this morning, I had the information about my hosting, and decided to follow the Installation Instructions for MT.
Now. I have a little bit of experience writing instructions. Helllllooooo. And I do believe that even the inexperienced person could probably figure out how to do this with a simple glossary. Like: what is a cgi directory? And how does one create one? Instead of just a direction such as: Create a cgi Directory for your blah blah blah.
Uh, no.
So, I uploaded for over an hour, every single thing involved with MT, and turns out, probably uploaded all of it to the wrong place--
I have no clue what I am doing.
I am eyeing TypePad now, but I just bought a domain name and hosting, so, dammit, I am going to use them!
I somehow (don't ask) managed to install Word Press somehow into something dealing with my webhost (you can ask-- I just don't think I have the vocabulary to explain it).
But I don't think I can use it until my domain name is "resolved" which, I assume, means that it acknowledges that somebody bought it and will let that somebody use it.
Word Press should let me blog.
I even tried, unsuccessfully just to publish this blog on my FTP server. I cut that shit out right away. Damn errors.
I was all cocky five hours ago, thinking, "This cannot be that hard. I have adjusted my template before! And if I figure this out, I may have a promising future in web design!"
But the simple truth is, I think that the amount of TIME involved with using MT might be too daunting. There might be a reason you can make big bucks in Web Developing, which has everything to do with your patience and willingness to sit and do what I do not have the willingness or the patience to sit and do for more than five hours on a Sunday.
Though I know I'll be back at it shortly. It is like having something caught in my teeth-- my tongue can't stop rubbing it.
I know I need to call Don, but I don't want the lecture about not using free software yet. Damn Damn Damn.
I went and picked up Party Boy at 1:30 (I had to shower first, because I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I looked like Laslo Hollyfeld-- quick, who is that?). He threw up last night, and his voice sounded shaky on the phone. I asked him on the way home, "What time did you go to bed last night?"
And he didn't know.
Last time he went to a slumber party, he came home in the afternoon and slept straight through til morning. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if that happened again today.
If anyone wants to dazzle me with their brilliance about MT or domain names and webhosting and blogs, please HELP!
UPDATE
No, I haven't figured out how to install Movable Type. That is what emails to tech support are for. I got an email back almost immediately from Christine at blogomania telling me where to find tech support. They have paired up with Moxie Designs. And I figure, while I'm at this, I'm gonna go ahead and get my little blog hair done too.
I don't know when my new blog will be up and running, but it's in the works!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)