Jun 012011
 

Chipmunk Fretting

I can’t say it’s quite as bad as moving house, but moving a blog turned out to be an adventure. I’m not sure it’s really all done. And there is, I know, some funky formatting on some of the imported old posts.

But the Chipmunk is here, settling in to her new home. I’m feeling a wave of emotion I hadn’t expected leaving the old space. Comfort and familiarity and end of an era and all that . . .

I hope WordPress will be good to me. I will say, setting this up was not easy. I wouldn’t want to do it again any time soon. I also discovered, after much gnashing of teeth and feeling crazed, that the reason I couldn’t properly import my old posts had nothing to do with me or WordPress or the import plugin. It turned out my old domain host had been a hopelessly bad idea. I got to switch my domain around too. But now I am here.

A heartfelt thank you to everyone who put up with my attempt at trying a new comment system over at Blogger, which turned out to be neither very useful nor good. That sort of thing won’t be necessary here.

And thanks to my followers and friends who’ve decided to update their readers and bookmarks to stay with me here. If you haven’t already, please consider it. I had no idea when I started this a couple of years ago how amazing the blog world is. I’d hate to lose any of you (well . . . with one or two exceptions . . . ;-)

So pass the nuts and welcome to my new place. And please don’t forget to update your bookmarks and reader settings!

Oct 012009
 

I have been trying to update my website for roughly the past five years. I originally was going to hire someone to do it. I knew nothing about making a website. After hiring and firing two “designers,” a friend who was in a web design program at the local junior college offered to do it. This seemed perfect. Until she took my first $100 payment, skipped town and wouldn’t reply to any of my messages. This was a couple of years ago. I still haven’t heard from her.

Then I decided I was going to have to do it myself. There’s been a running joke around our house these past few months. “Do you hear something? Is the house possessed? That wailing and moaning . . . The agonized cries of tormented, damned souls are filtering up from hell! . . . No? Wait . .  . oh, it’s just Ellen working on Dreamweaver.”

At last, the big event happened this week. I hit “put” and it went live. I finally have a website again. I feel like the tortoise that just crossed the finish line. Or a damned soul who just got a pardon.

The site is Zebra Crossing Picture Factory, or zebracrossing.org