I knew at an early age that I wanted to make a career out of writing about games, and now I have. You'll find most of my stuff right here on HonestGamers, of course, but don't be surprised if my name pops up elsewhere. Living out my dream keeps me very busy, and I wouldn't have it any other way!
So, the site is hosted with GoDaddy. They're a pretty good host, but I finally had my first problem with them. I worked through it and still like them as a host because I'm understanding and realistic, but I thought I'd share the story so you get a feel for the work that sometimes goes on behind the scenes to keep the site running and growing.
Anyway, I had decided that I wanted to allow video files on the site. Coding the pages to do that was the easy part. I created a form and set things up so that the files would place themselves in the appropriate new folder on the server. Most of that went pretty smoothly, as expected. However, there was one minor thing that annoyed me: files larger than 8MB caused a timeout and a "This page cannot be displayed" error.
Okay, let's try something weird. I'll include the first few paragraphs of a story I've written. They are, in fact, ALL that I have written to this point. Read them. If you'd like to see more, tell me. Tell me WHAT you think should happen next. If I get enough feedback and interest, I'll settle on a suggestion (maybe) and write some more. We can keep this going for awhile, see where it goes. Interested? Read on!
You can tell a lot about a man by the smell of his farts, and Jim's told me that he'd been somewhere on the east side, where they serve burritos and enchiladas but not much else.
“Crack the window,” I said as he reached to the glove box for some Skittles.
“Man, you noticed?” he asked.
“Of course I noticed. It smells like shit.”
Well, I'm typing this entry from my home office.
Friday, we packed our stuff from a storage unit and into a Budget rental truck, drove it across town and unloaded everything into our new apartment (after filling out some paperwork and writing a check).
Saturday was more unpacking, and then again on Sunday and Monday.
Monday, I called the cable Internet company about internet, and today they installed it. I now get my internet through Charter, which I guess is okay. It seems to be nice and fast.
My wife is now employed by Wal-Mart, which is a nice step up for her (and us). I still only have part-time work and I am broke as broke can be. We're going to have a tough time paying bills for awhile, but I'm still looking for work so maybe something good will happen there.
I just wrote this short story on the laptop and I feel like sharing. It's rough because it's only a first (though probably final, now that I'm sharing it in a public venue) draft. The story does shine through, though. This isn't like my usual stuff, which tends to have more dialogue than this, but dialogue mostly wasn't right for this story. Anyway, I'd love to hear comments if you read it.
Well, the move went fairly well. The last 2 days were a royal pain in the butt, as expected, but now I can finally sit down to catch my breath.
On Friday, we picked up the U-Haul truck in the morning. I was already tired from a day of packing and cleaning leading up to that, but we had to do everything in a rush. So we picked up the U-Haul and then I began carrying boxes downstairs to it (we lived upstairs in our apartment, a fact I came to regret more than ever before).
Yesterday was my wife's last day at her job, so today our packing went into full swing. She'd started packing before then--mostly my games--but today things finally began in earnest.
I've spent most of the afternoon and now the evening packing up my game systems. There are quite a few of them, and plenty of accessories. Systems go in their boxes when available--basically back to the Dreamcast--and will just be handled the best I can when there's no dedicated box (mostly older Nintendo systems).
A stupid person called in on the radio this morning.
The local radio station is giving away tickets to see JoDee Messina, a Country/Western singer, in concert. So they said they'd give a pair of tickets to the first person to call in with a question to ask her when the station interviews her.
So a lady called in. They asked her where she was and she explained that she's driving and proceeded to pinpoint the exact street she was following, with crossroad. Too much information, I think. They told her to be careful driving while on the phone (probably because so many idiots around here get in wrecks while driving and talking on the phone), then asked what question she would ask.
"It needs to be a really intelligent one, right?" the lady asked.