⚡ April 25, 2014
Puzzle Pieces 🎀
Well, hope springs again into the picture. I might be able to solve all my computing problems with basic HTML5, which is what I am currently writing this journal entry in, and then PHP. PHP is a mouthful, and it’s always seemed like a horrible boring thing that’s in the background, never to be touched or prodded or poked unless I totally had to do so, as in the case of a bulletin board back in the old days.
Guys, it’s like a push-me/pull-you machine. The page you write is in the middle, full of code and tagged text. The PHP resides at the far end where you serve your pages. In my case, they are now all at A2, and ironically so because that’s where I went to host my poor compromised Sandvox-created websites. Back then I was too proud and too stupid to learn HTML5 or CSS3 or anything that traded in acronomic letters.
It’s simple, really. I’m doing this for me, finally, and bringing all my businesses along for the ride. I am learning things from the ground floor up, and so far it’s not too different a skill from typesetting code, which I loved.
I excel in nit-picking and making sure all the rules are followed. Thus, I am a natural for programming. I love to monkey around with the cage that is The Rules. I will abide, and then I will spider-web the whole thing until I reach the edges too many times and then I will look for the next building block to help me create the perfect web experience. For example, here are my potential icons for the site:
Now, back to the main work at hand. Bill is bugging me a lot to get on with the show. To get Cleaning House up and out the door. To finally own it, so that I can sell it.
But, as long-time readers already know, I’ve been working on it for years, but I am shy. I am also gob-smacked that I’d ever be actually doing this kind of ego-centric – almost irrationally insanely too ego-centric – work. I would do this for a homework assignment or for someone I admired or perhaps someone who was paying me to take care of their prose, although … if I may continue to chain this sentence uncontrollably … I never really could bring myself to do that. I consider it a form of prostitution, a fluffing of someone else’s ego and worse.
Don’t get me started on the celebs and almost-celebs that I’ve said rude things to. They goad you, you know. They are used to being initially liked and then hated, and so they push and prod and poke your buttons until you finally blow up at them and then that’s the end of that relationship, finally and forever. I have a string of names I could produce, if asked. All true as the day of the night owl is short. 🐔