I’ve got your slow right here, baby


Peacock Feathers is kickin’ my butt at the moment. Not the complexity, ‘cos, really, it’s not that bad. But the slow factor. I’ve hit that point in the process (half way through chart 7) where the end is in sight, but my god, each row takes at least half an hour. I’m really really really hoping to have this thing done before I leave for New York on Thursday. The thought of trying to find enough empty floor space in a NYC hotel room to block it is… um…. not so pretty.

If I didn’t have a baby shower to cook for and go to tomorrow, I’d totally spend the entire weekend in my jammies watching old episodes of Hommicide: Life On The Streets and Spooks. But, alas, not an option.

Who needs to sleep, right?



Looky there, content!


Looks like I managed to combine the databases well enough that I’ve got most of the old content back. The comments are gonzo, and that’s fine, I don’t think there was anything critical in the old comments anway.

One of the best graphics folks I know is building me a new header graphic, so that should be coming along shortly. Beyond that…. nothin’ to tell.

Edit: See above. New header and all. Thanks Charity!



Test post


Ignore this. Move along, people, nothing to see here.



Yeah, it’s broken


So, a couple of nights ago, some little asshat found and ran a script that would exploit a hole in WordPress that totally fucked up my installation. Mine and about 9000 other people. People that do this kind of shit should have their legs broken with lead pipes. Slowly. In public. There’s just no excuse for being shitty to random strangers for no reason other than “because I can”.

So I’m rebuilding. From scratch. My archives are gone. Half my pictures are gone with the archives. I may be able to rebuild all that at some point, but not today. The galleries are still there, and still seem to be working just fine. And yes, I am still alive, just so buried in work and other stress that I haven’t had time to do jack shit, really, other than work, and work, and (knit a whole hell of a lot on the Peacock Feathers Shawl) work, and work, and clean, and work, and um… work.