Thursday, Jan. 26, 2006
Foodie Rides Again
All righty then. I signed the deal to buy our hosting service. Fortunately it's not an ungodly price even if we have to foot the bill until future notice, though we should also be picking up at least a couple of customers right away and of course hope to add more as time goes on.
Matter of fact, I'd be tickled pink if we could just up the ante in a matter of a few months and not only jump to their top package, but pay for a year in advance, which would save us some money.
I sent MC the login information - I'm guessing he's probably going to be lost at first. It's one thing to build a website, another to understand the administration desk for multiple domains. I'm guessing I'll have a little advantage because of having a background using this same administration software - but it'll be a learning curve for me, too, at this end of things. The email is slightly different, hopefully in a good way. We're now using horde mail, which is text-only. We're switching to squirrel mail, which I understand has html capabilities. While text-only is admittedly more secure, it's a pain in the butt and then some to read emails sent in html format.
I've only got a few minutes here to construct an entry, in a lull between the time I finished up my morning stuff and the time I head off for lunch. I don't have enough time to start my afternoon work, which today entails scheduling and some production work. I've got a whopping four minutes until I head outta here for the morning, which is barely enough to open the software I need to do either of the above.
However, it's also barely enough for me to finish typing this paragraph and calling it a day. No pea soup tonight; I think I'm either going to make the oft-delayed batch of enchiladas I promised MC before he ever got here, or else the beef stroganoff that sounds absolutely magnificent to me at the moment. Mmmmm.... think it's a good thing I'm heading home for lunch right now. I'm starving and my entry shows it, hehe.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )