Where’s that triple latte when you really need it?
Old rule of thumb: 90% of a job takes 90% of the time, and the other 10% takes another 90% of the time. Or a good portion of the weekend, anyway.
I sat down with one, clear goal in mind, Friday evening. Worked for six straight hours and got most of what I wanted accomplished. Not all, but most.
With a few, short command line commands, I got the database dumped and uploaded. Then I got that same database (the very one this journal is archived in) up on the new server.
I glanced at the astrology text, and I was planning, from what I understand about planets, with a liberal dose of web traffic knowledge to make the final switch Sunday night. Not quite, but close.
Looks like it will be Monday night for the switch. So far, everything but the shopping cart works. That’s good, as I tend not to get a lot of orders at the beginning of the week.
The other part that just won’t work until I make the final switch is the journal. And I’m having a real bitch of time with it.
Sometime Monday and for part of Tuesday, the site might not be “anywhere” while it’s in two places at once.
The technical details work like this, see, I need to execute command from a terminal (not a browser) and I can’t do that until I’ve changed servers.
Bubba called at the last minute, too, wondering if I wanted to see Saint Willie. I would love to, but it was coldish out, and frankly, until I lick some of these problems. I’m not going much of anywhere. Except, maybe to dinner.
So e-mail and all other functions might be lost in space for the next 24-48 hours. After that?
The new site rolls up just fine, looks just like the old site except that last’s week’s scopes roll out on the opening page.
Two ways to get to the current scopes: each one is a single click. Don’t bitch. Complaints and flames are summarily tossed and the e-mail address will be blocked. All this work on a web page has put me a foul mood. It’s that “other 90% of the time” thing.
