A couple days ago, I foolishly decided that I no longer liked the silly clock that was taking up space over there on the right sidebar, so I decided to fiddle with the code for my blog.
Bad idea.
You know that I know just enough about this stuff to really fuck things up but not enough to actually repair any of the damage I do, right? 'Cuz I tend to forget that, and you need to remind me more often.
Anyway, somehow I managed to screw up all the "previous post" and "archive" links so they were all pointed at some non-existant portion of my computer's hard drive. Okay for me as I'm viewing the web page. Not so much for you. As the Soup Nazi might say (or shout), "No links for you!"
I, however, am not content with just fucking up in one way, my friends. When I'm going to make a disaster of something, I prefer to create a cascading clusterfuck of disaster. And of course I'm an impulse creator (damnable artistes!), so I never back anything up before I start futzing.
The short version of this story is that it's taken me three days to get the blog back in some sort of working order. For a while there, entries were appearing overlaid, on top of one another. Talk about information overload.
All is well now. Keep your fingers crossed.
Oh, and yes, I've saved a copy of the code for my blog in a safe place, in case I ever again have the urge to jigger with it.
Just as an aside, if you haven't checked out my favorite space alien cat's take on the Fourth of July holiday, then do.
Also, I am — as you know — a big fan of the blog Chasing Mercury. Chase recently re-designed the blog to incorporate a lot of his photos — making it more of a photoblog with text, which I'm digging. This one is one of my recent favorites. You should go and explore for yourself.
I was trawling through some old photos not long ago and came across a picture I'd taken from the fire escape of my old apartment, the one I shared with Maya and Jessie (and Liza and Matt and Gary and John over the years, too). It was a funky old place. Fozzie — who met me when I lived there after returning to NYC in December 2001 — thought it was weird and creepy (and particularly seems fixated on the fact that my bedroom had a classroom-sized chalk board affixed to the wall), but there was much about it that I loved; not least of which was how big and how quiet it was.
Anyway, the picture was of the courtyard dining area of the restaurant below us in the building next door. It was called St. Mark's Bistro, and had some of the best food (and worst service!) I've had in New York. Its Sunday brunch was particularly good. I'll never forget, however, how incensed I was when I found out they were going to first open that seating area. I used to love the quiet privacy of just sitting on the fire escape and escaping the world. I also got one of my all-time favorite pictures of Truckstop there. Jeez, but he was a handsome cat.
Even if he was the Bastard Heir of Satan™.
Bad idea.
You know that I know just enough about this stuff to really fuck things up but not enough to actually repair any of the damage I do, right? 'Cuz I tend to forget that, and you need to remind me more often.
Anyway, somehow I managed to screw up all the "previous post" and "archive" links so they were all pointed at some non-existant portion of my computer's hard drive. Okay for me as I'm viewing the web page. Not so much for you. As the Soup Nazi might say (or shout), "No links for you!"
I, however, am not content with just fucking up in one way, my friends. When I'm going to make a disaster of something, I prefer to create a cascading clusterfuck of disaster. And of course I'm an impulse creator (damnable artistes!), so I never back anything up before I start futzing.
The short version of this story is that it's taken me three days to get the blog back in some sort of working order. For a while there, entries were appearing overlaid, on top of one another. Talk about information overload.
All is well now. Keep your fingers crossed.
Oh, and yes, I've saved a copy of the code for my blog in a safe place, in case I ever again have the urge to jigger with it.
Just as an aside, if you haven't checked out my favorite space alien cat's take on the Fourth of July holiday, then do.
Also, I am — as you know — a big fan of the blog Chasing Mercury. Chase recently re-designed the blog to incorporate a lot of his photos — making it more of a photoblog with text, which I'm digging. This one is one of my recent favorites. You should go and explore for yourself.
I was trawling through some old photos not long ago and came across a picture I'd taken from the fire escape of my old apartment, the one I shared with Maya and Jessie (and Liza and Matt and Gary and John over the years, too). It was a funky old place. Fozzie — who met me when I lived there after returning to NYC in December 2001 — thought it was weird and creepy (and particularly seems fixated on the fact that my bedroom had a classroom-sized chalk board affixed to the wall), but there was much about it that I loved; not least of which was how big and how quiet it was.Anyway, the picture was of the courtyard dining area of the restaurant below us in the building next door. It was called St. Mark's Bistro, and had some of the best food (and worst service!) I've had in New York. Its Sunday brunch was particularly good. I'll never forget, however, how incensed I was when I found out they were going to first open that seating area. I used to love the quiet privacy of just sitting on the fire escape and escaping the world. I also got one of my all-time favorite pictures of Truckstop there. Jeez, but he was a handsome cat.Even if he was the Bastard Heir of Satan™.
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