The Little Webmaster That Could
A bit of egg on my face. I spent a good half hour last night trying to diagnose the DNS issue, only to discover this afternoon that it was a PEBKAC. I’d set up Wordpress on the temporary URL so when I tried to visit the site it would re-write the request so…yes. Magnificent negligence. Perhaps this is a situation where beginner’s luck is wearing off and I’m plunging into the cold, desolate waters of Simple Incompetence.
Speaking of cold and desolate waters, I walk on a bridge over a river on my way to work. This morning, I watched in utter dismay as first one duck, then two of his fellows, burst out from the calm surface and shot over the water like tiny, flapping missles. I was terrified. Submarines launching missiles must look the same way, with the same rhythm as each one emerged after the other in a regular pattern. If ducks ever organize we’re fucked. I hope you enjoyed having ribs, because they’re gonna eat those first, and then write long blog posts about how fatty and greasy we humans are, but oh one more bite will be okay because it is, after all, the holidays. Maybe I’ll try to adopt that fucking dog from Duck Hunt.
p.s. This also took me three hours to compose. My future status as super-star author is assured!