It is in times like these I wish I had magic powers of All Technology.
But I do not.
The Chief Technologist of My Life is drowning in work. Poor fella. BUT this is good, ‘cuz there are like, bills-n-such. Remember? Yesterday was tax day - so sorry to bring that up.
Anynowhos. The Chief Technologist of My Life is working late hours, and makes time (read: stays up reeeely, reeeely late) to agonize over my site “issues”. He has added some blush to Her cheeks, put a little mascara on Her lashes and applied some shiny lip gloss with just a hint of pink. He rocks… now he needs a break from Jenny On The Spot to work on the stuff that pays.
But, as we (he and I) should expect - if there is any technology that is even remotely associated with Me - there WILL be problems. And not just ANY problem(s) - mind-warping problems, bowel-blowing problems. Not a 5 minute-wiggle-one’s-nose-and-it’s-solved-problem, but HOURS of… of… I am so high-maintenance. Will someone please bring my fan and tray of grapes?
So, we he did this migration-thing and updated my blog on the shiniest, most newest version of Wordpress… I was skipping and and blowing kisses and throwing confetti.
And then… my admin page started loading blank after posting, and my Feedburner widget went from 53 readers to 11 in 2 days (!!!) — (I know is not the marker for how many read this here blog, but it’s fun to watch the numbers grow), and now…. NOW… my second sidebar (the rightest-most side) is G to the O.N.E. **poof** Whut. The. Whut?
Now, I am not completely inept at blog technology. I am able to hack some code. I don’t need the handy buttons that create the strikes and such, but it saves Me a great deal of time. I don’t need the handy-dandy Flickr bar to load My pics into a post, but when I do - it saves so. much. time!
When all the bells and whistles behind the scenes are working - I can focus on My words - rather than focus on code. I have so many words! So many words… and they are taking a back-seat so I can code my own links, etc… Although, I have to say, I do get a little heady knowing I can code. It kinda males me feel hot… I like to throw it at my hubby sometimes, “Hey Baby, I just hacked my site… How. Hot. Is. That?!” **Roooaaarrrr** Hey, I have 3 kids and stretch marks - I gotta work any angle I can.
I know just how you feel. Yesterday, I told Mr. C that I thought my transmission was sticking and he looked at me, said “It turns me on when you talk car.”
Of course, I was totally wrong, but it’s nice to know I can start whispering “manifold” and “intake valves” when I’m in the mood. Heh heh.
This breaks my heart.