This is the future of drunkcyclist.

This is the future of drunkcyclist.

I’m sitting at a desk miles from home and hours from finishing up here at work. I’m not on my “normal” machine here at the office, the one I’ve been using for two months. She’s all broken at the moment. Gave up the ghost I’m afraid. I blame Microsoft.

Instead, I’m at some other workstation. Gnomie’s, in fact. He went home early and I’m banging out some websites on his fine little desktop. Go figure.

And yet, after all that, I’m still able to log in and type a few words in a moment of downtime as a bunch of files copy over to the shared server. Hey, I gots to do something while this task works itself out, right?

This beats that “tied to the machine with dreamweaver” setup hands down. Oh sure, I can remember when dreamweaver was the coolest thing on the block. That would be what, 2002?

It sure beat the hell out of editing in notepad and uploading via Cute FTP. When I first got my grubby little hands on DW3 it was like I could see for the first time, as if a veil had been lifted. A veil I didn’t even know was there.

It worked, but it was so fucking caveman at the same time. Sorta like clubbing dinner to death. Effective, sure, but we’ve grown so far past that. These days we just buy our steak laid out, pre-packed and ready for the grill.

And nothing is lost in the user experience as a result of not having slain the damn cow yourself. WordPress is like that. Pre-packed and ready to roll. Bing. Boom. Bop.

I am very excited about getting this WordPress site up and running full steam. It’s going to be one hell of a lot easier for me to deal with. And don’t even get me started on the fact I can have additional contributors chime in from time to time without me having to literally cut & paste their emails into html code like my name was CP Charlie…

Oh, the horror. The absolute horror of it all.

This is where it’s at, man. And where I’m going to stay. Fuck CP Charlie.

About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA