I feel even better, actually... I got some things to work! Not the mailing-list (sob) but I did get some forms to work, one for the new notify list and another for the Keirsey Profiles page. It was a really big hassle, but I did it and I'm proud of it. A million other people have done it too... but I'm still proud of it.
And I also got the random text script to work... something else that I'm proud of. One example is at the end of this entry, the other in the index... the one in the index loads a bunch faster, if you want to read a bunch of them. Go there then hit your reload button...
I also feel better about giving up on the mailing list... for right now. I was feeling guilty about not having one... so I went back to the old way of doing it. I AM going to figger it out eventually, though... if it kills me.
The problem is that Liquid-web has these canned applications... and no instructions. Nothing. You're on your own. But you are allowed to have a cgi-bin. All you have to do is learn a bunch of stuff about scripting.
And I'm learning... slowly, but learning.
About 03:00 I got restless and decided to go out to Hypermart (an all-night Wal-mart) and I got a CD player for $39.00 and some darts. And some ice cream... Rocky Road. MMM-mmm!
I've been wanting to get a CD player for work ever since the guy who had left his there quit and took it with him. And 39 bucks is pretty good. His was there for almost two years and nobody stole it, so I have hopes...
I used to throw darts constantly, and I got pretty good at it. Then Karen's kids and my kids busted up all of the darts and I pretty much quit. These darts will stay hidden... somewhere in the basement. I will only get them out when there are adults that are interested in playing.
It's fairly weird ataying up all night at home on purpose... kinda neat,
actually. I have got some stuff done... laundry, trash, a little cleaning up, nothing too strenuous. I really need to get serious about cleaning/straightening up this room in the basement. I'm getting tired of looking at junk. Every surface, including the floor, has valuable junk on it. I need to find a place for all that good stuff. Ah... that's wishful thinking... it'll never happen, I'm afraid.
And I think that I'll have another bowl of Rocky Road...