
Storm – 12 x 12 Oils on Canvas by Jennie
Apparently what one should do when detoxing is to get stuck into web stuff. I decided to change hosts this year. my last one was ok, but I wanted a host that had more room/features and with a functioning help desk. I don’t need help a lot of the time. in fact, I rarely need it, but it’s nice to know it’s there, and that the support staff will actually get back to you.
I ended up going with 1&1. they have provided me with a plan that actually costs less, will host all my urls (at the cheapest registration prices I’ve ever seen) and will still allow me to do everything I want. I have more space, more mailboxes, more features and piece of mind. as soon as I realized that I could install phplist manually that was it. with my contract coming up at 123, I decided to take the plunge.
yeah.. great idea, except that phplist is a bitch to install. I’ve been working on it for days, with a brain that isn’t working quite right. it’s finally up and running again. I am going to be drafting a newsletter next week and testing the messaging before I send out my new newsletter format to everyone. if you want to give me a hand with testing please let me know – I need to send out formatted emails to different operating systems and mail programs.
PHP = Perl Hates Programmers.
Now, unless you know a lot about Organisation Dynamics, you may not have heard of Fritz Perl, who is the father of modern organisational psychology/dynamics. Apparently he had a traumatic WW2, and after seeing “The Matrix” once too often on a combination of double espressos and Tim-Tams, he decided that, even though he had been dead for many years, it was all the fault of programmers. As a last, posthumous Parthian shot at the world of geeks he had so brilliantly served, he accessed the spirit of P.K.Dick using the agency of Michael Bishop’s “Philip K Dick is Dead, Alas” and a second hand seance costume he bought at an amateur theatre company’s fire sale, and wrote the “rules” for PHP. Most computer nerds still don’t get the joke. The rest of us use good ol’ HTML, and cackle hideously from behind our mocha.