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Poor
Chcikenblog Chickenblog, it has
me for an administrator. So while some blogs have new headers that change with the holidays and passing seasons, we have a classic, timeless look (read: My dear sister-in law gave me this cool header and I still have not learned how to update these things.) While some blogs include graphics, icons, buttons and catchy ads, Chickenblog is sleek and streamlined (read: Who'd want to advertise
here? Seriously, anyone? Hello?) There are blogs with multiple pages and internal links...
well, I just tried to forge something like an internal link and I think I may have mucked things up but good. I am so unskilled. I am the Patron Saint of Mediocrity. My effort ----> effectiveness---->results = dismal
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All of these failings are bad enough, but up next is
a migration from using Blogger's FTP to publish Chickenblog to something else.
I am already giving up on trying to explain this... how can I explain something I do not understand, right? What I do know is that if I do not make the switch, the upgrade, the migration, then *poof*
no more Chickenblog.
Excuse me a moment, while I cry.
Geoff assures me he will make everything work.
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And he will. No matter how long it takes. No matter how many time he has to be on hold with someone in
Bangalore, he will save
Chcicken Chickenblog. But I wish it were me. I wish I could wrap my head around the ins and outs of the World Wide Interwebs, the mysteries of code and publish, domains, URLs, FTPs... and trust me, I do try. But when I try, I get the kind of mess I made just now, and trust me it is ugly. So, I have to leave it the pro. It's a small comfort to my self esteem that it is no
slam dunk for him. He's not looking forward to the task ahead.
Don't tell him I said so, but I probably should make him chile rellenos to show my gratitude. It's the least I can do.
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