To quote a good friend: “20-fit-teen. The year in which we do the difficult things that we know we have to do even though we don’t want to.”
I’m oh-so-slowly working on converting old posts to live here properly on this domain….. do you know how much of a pain it is to migrate ten years of old posts from three old domains into one new one? It’s a royal pain. I really should ask some of my more web-techie friends for help, but you know: STUBBORN. (Also mildly embarrassed: who else lets their stuff spread out over that many places and in such an unorganized fashion?) I am willing to bet that there’s some mass-update tool I need to learn about and BAM! I’d be done in 10 minutes (as long as you don’t include the 40+ hours I spent learning about the tool, learning about all the tool’s competitors, deciphering the tool’s surely terrible documentation, and then using my detective skillzzzz to debug whatever thing(s) go wrong the first four times I try the tool). <== can you tell that I work in software? This is pretty normal for most of the new software things one tries.
I am also getting tired of paying for domains I do not intend to use much longer :/ and procrastinating figuring out how to move the 3 domain registrations from one host to another, remembering which behind-the-scenes secret technical things I need to update for if/when I do that, and whether it’s worth having them all consolidated for ease-of-maintenance, or shall I continue seeking out the best deal for individual parts? Jeeeeez. In the meantime, I am reverting to something like a teenager —- and when I can, I am escaping upstairs to the room I’m staying in, blasting my favorite music loudly, and losing myself in the internet, books, and sometimes just staring at the ceiling. I like to think that while the outside does this laying around doing nothing business, my subconscious is busy scheming up some amazing new plans that will show up on here in the rest of 2015.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand apparently I miss Livejournal. Most of this post does NOT really belong here. Hmmmm. Oh well.