March 14, 1999
Change of Address


Well ... we did it, Dear Readers.

This weekend we packed up 43,897,621 bytes' worth of garbled HTML, bad cartoons, weird personal disclosure and interminable .jpg downloads of my feet, and we moved the whole mess to a brand-spanking-new website.

Welcome to our new cyber "home."

And yeah, I know ... it looks exactly like FootNotes' OLD "home." I've been so busy the last two days, moving 43,897,621 bytes' worth of garbled HTML, bad cartoons, weird personal disclosure and interminable .jpg downloads of my feet, from one site to another, that there hasn't been time to spruce up the place for company. Maybe when we get settled in, we'll make a few changes. Add a ghastly background, maybe, or a few tacky animated .gifs. Maybe some really bad poetry, all about waterfalls.

In the meantime, I guess we'll keep things pretty much unchanged. I have always been a student of the "If it ain't broke, why fix it?" school of thought. (Hey -- black eyeliner and hoop earrings looked great on me in 1978 -- so why quit now?)


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Moving the website has pretty much consumed all available thought & energy molecules this weekend.

I was up at the crack of dawn Saturday morning, determined to figure out the new ISP and the new FTP program ... even if it killed me. David made breakfast: two perfect eggs and two slices of Happy Panda Face toast. ("Your Celebrity Impersonator Waiter for this morning is ... Charles Manson!")

After breakfast he managed to drag me away from the computer long enough to drive around the island for awhile. We went to the thrift store (me) and the guitar store (him) and the used records store (us) and the fruit market (us again). But later in the afternoon, while he went off to do his family stuff, I plunked myself back down in front of the 'puter.

Four hours and two pots of Millstone Premium Arabica later. I was brain-weary, butt-weary and totally numb from the wrists down ... but victorious. (Watermark this, GeoCities.)

Saturday night was Papa Murphy's pizza and a four-hour "Red Dwarf" marathon on PBS  ...  Sunday morning (so far) has been David puttering around The Castle, cleaning window screens and playing The Modern Lovers, while I sit here and tinker with the new FTP program, trying to figure out how I'm going to surreptitiously post from work ...



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