Things we said we’d never do….

I swore I’d never change servers again. I swore I’d never charge for scopes, too. Never give in and call tech support for a stupid user question. I figured I’d never quite writing scopes, either, and….
It seemed so simple, too. Just download the entire site and upload it again. Two catches, on the first try, plus some nice discoveries along the way, that made it all better.

The nice discoveries were the way the old links will work on the new server, just fine. Two catches? The damn database backend for this journal, backed up and won’t upload properly, then the password administration system, it’s broken, too. Can’t launch the new server until both of those items are fixed. The old server has three months left on its contract, paid up, so it’s not like I’ll be moving anything too soon.

Plus I’ll have to rework the shopping cart. That broke, too. I’ve been meaning to redesign its interface, might just do that at the same time.

Unrelated: via queen of cups, women with guns are hot. But I’m just a sexist pig.

But before I could break down and call tech support, I had to put a little distance between me and the computer. My little Capricorn friend from days of old popped by for the second or third time in about a week, and we did a short loop on the trail. Then had us some mighty fine fish tacos out by the lake. Then I was home again. Then, after a very short nap, I took off for a little breather. The sun was just setting, and it was getting cool out. I was originally going to head over to Jo’s & Amy’s, but I just kept going up the hill, instead. Don’t know what possessed me, either. Just seemed like the thing to do.

I did call tech support, as the evening shift guys are usually a lot more interesting and possibly a little bored. And I did have a problem that they’d never seen before. Twice. Bit of feather in my hat, I would hope. But then there’s that other difficulty, and I’m still not ready to change over the DNS, so this is all still running, just fine thankyouverymuch, on the old server. But I am excited. Looks like this – only none of the links work yet.

Comments are off so I can transition this material in the next few days.

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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