December 11, 2004
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NOTES FROM THE GARDEN JOURNAL
Coder’s Burnout and Fish from Chernobyl
It’s my new blog, you see. It is not cooperating. (Waiting as you check the item listed at left as my occupation which reads “Consulting, Software”.) While it is true I earn my shekels as an IT consultant, I am not in a “coder” field and if I may be perfectly candid right now, editing raw templates and style sheets in order to make them even the semblance of functional and perhaps also even aesthetically tolerable is like pulling teeth from a puppy.
The reason for this is not so much their complexity, no doubt, but something else, which I attempt for your enjoyment to outline below:
A finding it hitherto untenable to turn up any smartly collected and contiguously ordered documentation (apparently a state secret or something shared only among members of a shadowy secret lodge residing in the underground depths of catacombs beneath Paris somewhither). Most of the technical “look & feel” progress made and knowledge gained thus far I have simply scared up by way of classic reverse-engineering of other blogs, as I figure out how one applies the look he has decided upon.
Another factor has been time, though less-so. And perhaps there is yet hope the above missing documentation is waiting just behind the next key-word search. But I have often been forced to choose between doing this or actually posting at my Xanga blog, which has sometimes been a frustrating decision for me. Nevertheless, they both continue, albeit a bit more slowly. Perhaps to this end I should henceforth strive to spend less time out on the weekends and turn off Blogbat’s phone when the girls start calling, though arguably the sacrificing of one audience for another would hardly seem fair.
I’m not giving up, though (however I am always happy to entertain receiving a federal grant to study coding for the non-coder in agonizing detail, if the chance should fall upon me). Perhaps one day I’ll even become that page-coding cyber genetic deity to whom the rest of the online world solemnly burns incense and offers their first-borns, but we’re not there yet. </sarcastic_understatement>
These are the exact and troubling sugar plums currently dancing in my head, sugar plums which hold the key to bringing my frankenblog to life:
- How and where in MT I create additional sidebars, such as for links etc. and how to tell MT where I want them
- How and where I point to my banner image- presently it prefers to appear somewhere in the middle of the content area like a three-eyed fish, if I may float such a comparison, though I’ve tried to specify proper alignment etc.
- Wallpaper? Same question, different stuff.
Thus stand these three, the accused, the items which prevent us all from presently enjoying my new digs (it just needs to function).
I’ll keep working on it. In the meantime you, the gentle reader should take comfort in the fact fewer posts at present do not equal a newly-attained moonbat status, where between all the wine and women I may occasionally post a paragraph or two (and link them to Matt Drudge). Rather they represent a continuous grinding away and busying of the cranium with the aim of both the learning of what I must in order to finish the new home for my rantings and the putting down of the resistance of the entire right side of my brain which finds distasteful standing by patiently as the other half learns and coherently understands page coding in order for the first to write deep analyses and cute little quips about matters of worldwide importance…such as anything not having to do with the Scott Peterson trial.
More updates forthcoming.
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Comments (2)
Dude, maybe u need a consultant? I’d give u mine, but she still hasn’t redesigned my blog. Thank god I paid in advance
Ouch- I hope she hops to it then. I’m thinking about it, but in the meantime my mind is a sponge as they say, and if I pay for anything it may well simply be for fishing lessons, that way I may customize gratis et ad infinitum