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You ain't seen nothing yet. I am prepared for people to defriend me in droves because
a. they're going to get sick of me giving them blow by blow accounts of my tribulations.
b. they're scared I'm going to ask them for help and, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sangpassionne knows and chrisleeoctaves is discovering, a blithe offer to assist me with webby stuff might be a mistake as grave as smiling for too long on a Joss show.
Yes,I'm setting up my own web page, far, far away from Rogers and their piffly, tiny little bandwidth pages. Humph. I got me a domain (janedavitt.com, you can't have it, it's mine, all mine I say) and I signed up with Total Choice as they seemed to have hefty amounts of space and the control panel seemed simple.
Well, it is. But I'm running into problems already. Not easily solved ones, like the first time I ran to Chris panicking and then found out a minute after sending the email that the reason I couldn't change DNS things was because something was locked and I had to unlock it first ::blush::. No; big, huge, I just did something that took forever and I did it wrong and everything might be wrong and I don't know how to fix it and, and...
All I wanted to do was writesmut works of lasting literary merit and let a waiting world read it. Was that so wrong?
So send pitying, sympathetic hugs to Chris (and me, me too) and pray she doesn't lose patience because you might be next ;-)
(Not that I think she will, because she's a total sweetie and I'm going to write her B/A fic. Which David says sounds horribly conceited and how do I know people want my soppy stories anyway? To which I reply as I thwack him soundly about the head, 'It's all I've got to offer.')
I'm not totally panicking; Chris and I will sort it out. I have utter faith in her and if I have to redo 500 links by hand, I'll do it...but I do wish I knew what I was doing more ::pathetic, yet brave smile::
And the Angel/Spike sequel is tootling along nicely. There. I feel calmer, just thinking about where I left them. One orgasm apiece already, Spike face down on the bed, naked, Angel kneeling beside him (equally sans clothes), Angel's hand on Spike's...hmm...yes...
Way better than meditating.
a. they're going to get sick of me giving them blow by blow accounts of my tribulations.
b. they're scared I'm going to ask them for help and, as
sangpassionne knows and chrisleeoctaves is discovering, a blithe offer to assist me with webby stuff might be a mistake as grave as smiling for too long on a Joss show.Yes,I'm setting up my own web page, far, far away from Rogers and their piffly, tiny little bandwidth pages. Humph. I got me a domain (janedavitt.com, you can't have it, it's mine, all mine I say) and I signed up with Total Choice as they seemed to have hefty amounts of space and the control panel seemed simple.
Well, it is. But I'm running into problems already. Not easily solved ones, like the first time I ran to Chris panicking and then found out a minute after sending the email that the reason I couldn't change DNS things was because something was locked and I had to unlock it first ::blush::. No; big, huge, I just did something that took forever and I did it wrong and everything might be wrong and I don't know how to fix it and, and...
All I wanted to do was write
So send pitying, sympathetic hugs to Chris (and me, me too) and pray she doesn't lose patience because you might be next ;-)
(Not that I think she will, because she's a total sweetie and I'm going to write her B/A fic. Which David says sounds horribly conceited and how do I know people want my soppy stories anyway? To which I reply as I thwack him soundly about the head, 'It's all I've got to offer.')
I'm not totally panicking; Chris and I will sort it out. I have utter faith in her and if I have to redo 500 links by hand, I'll do it...but I do wish I knew what I was doing more ::pathetic, yet brave smile::
And the Angel/Spike sequel is tootling along nicely. There. I feel calmer, just thinking about where I left them. One orgasm apiece already, Spike face down on the bed, naked, Angel kneeling beside him (equally sans clothes), Angel's hand on Spike's...hmm...yes...
Way better than meditating.