I’m back, I’m back.
Recently, I have made changes to my website and through misunderstandings between me, the code and tech people, I have seriously wounded my site.
Great news, I am now very intimately familiar with something called a “404 Error.” I also know the feeling of being FORBIDDEN. Sigh. I have learned another, what not to do in my directory index files.
These experiences have left me wondering if I am too attached to the internet. Just a few hours of local broadband or router failure is enough to send me right into withdrawal. I get out my Smartphone and start emailing people who probably would have never missed my web absence. I am forgetting the feel of paperback books in hand. I cannot imagine a Sunday evening without dropping by the Writer’s Chatroom.
Yes, I’ve got it bad. It would be a nightmare if Dr. Phil sent a crew out to unplug me. Oh, the horror. I read Stephen King’s short about an experimental application on Kindle and still am not spooked enough to put the electronics aside.
I have memory chips from the hearts of the last two desktop computers that failed of heat and old age issues. I have a fax/scanner/copier/printer with a cheap HP printer on top of it. I have dead cell phones, several dinosaur monitors and numerous plugs that belong to something long retired, but saved, just in case.
I don’t want to leave you with the idea that I cannot function without a cell phone while I am driving or that I am constantly checking my email. I toss my cell into the back seat with Havan when I am driving. I turn the computer to hibernate in the evening and always leave chat in favor of a rerun of Criminal Minds. We won’t go into television addiction.
Anyway, my website is back online and all is right with the world.
