Oh well. Blogger will fix itself whenever it chooses to fix itself. Can’t do a darn thing about it. Except sit hear and chew on my fingers. Ouch.
by krisis
After 10 straight hours trying to get php to work, it works. Of course, blogger doesn’t work. In the end, the problem is always blogger itself. It’s not as though i’m going to leave… i like the integration of everything and it’s all very convenient and with all this php i’m just using blogger to post my files in the plainest html ever and i do the rest on the server side. All i ask is that blogger publish my main page, and my weekly archives. That’s all it needs to do every again. Ever. And can it do that? No. And will i give up now after working for 10 hours? No. And, are my legs totally black and blue from punching them every time blogger doesn’t publish, and are my fingertips totally raw from biting at them and stabbing away with my exacto blade, and am i hot and miserable and do i have any weekend left at all? Figure it out.
Here goes nothing…. and i thought changing over to shtml was a bitch…
Be afraid.
For the last five hours i’ve been learning PHP. The web has been decidely against learning things in a do-it-yourself fashion because all of the new technology is done on the Server Side of things. For those of you who don’t quite know what i mean: To learn something myself, i take a look at the code to see how someone else did it. For things like includes and php, the special magic happens before the version of code i view, so that i only see the results and not went into them. But, i digress. My lyrics are currently all viewable as dynamic php here. Next on my to-do list is to turn the entire archive of this log into php. While i technically know how to do this, it’s going to get ugly before it’s going to get pretty again, so we’re effectively under construction.
Have a nice day.
So, after months upon months of bitching and whining, i’m actually internet window-shopping for a webcam as we speak with my credit card in hand.
I’m having a hard time deciding ultimate whether or not i want a cam. Firstly, i’m sure to shell out $50 to $100 for it, which i could be putting towards a decent digital camera or new musical gear. But, more importantly, i don’t really want to take the mystique out of my bitching and whining. You can hear my songs; they are real. I can talk and talk and talk about how wonderful my songs are, but ultimately you can sit down and listen and decide for yourself because i make them available to you.
I am painted differently on here than i am in real life, which is why my friends occasionally have trouble when experiencing both narratives simultaneously. It’s really not intentional on my part; it’s just like how the sound of your own voice is wholly different when you just hear it vibrating through your own cheekbones compared to listening to yourself on an answering machine. Part of what allows me to illustrate myself in such a fashion is that you’re blind to me; when i talk about fabulous hair cuts or early morning beauty, you have to just take my word for it. Aside from the scattered and few pictures of me i occasionally let slip through the great majority of readers don’t know what i look like. And, maybe i enjoy that. Maybe having my image streamed onto the site at regular intervals will make it all too literal and boring. Maybe you’ll get bored with me once you see me for how i am.
So, if you were me with $100 burning a hole in your pocket, what would you do?