I succumbed to the latest fad and fed the first two chapters of “Behind Time” to the I Write Like site.
It promptly generated this…. (In any other genre, I’d know it wasn’t a compliment, but maybe…in fantasy…
Well…I can hope.
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I succumbed to the latest fad and fed the first two chapters of “Behind Time” to the I Write Like site. It promptly generated this…. (In any other genre, I’d know it wasn’t a compliment, but maybe…in fantasy… Well…I can hope. I’ll try to get a real post up real soon but, in the meantime, another example of things I catch in my Internet.. (the link says it all) So, there I was, midway through the afternoon, midway through today’s “Getting Things Done” list of stuff needs doing, when the phone rings. It’s a fellow I haven’t talked to in several years….a good guy, but our paths haven’t crossed since the Environmental/Activism group we both belonged to folded its tents back in….oh, 2006. Back then, he was the organization’s president and I was the combination Webgeek and Secretary. As webgeek, I’d registered our domain (conservationcouncil.org) with Network Solutions for a whopping DECADE. (Later I found the reimbursement form in which I’d noted that we wouldn’t have to pay another dime until February of 2010! That was several email addresses ago, but I’ve got a couple other non-profit domains registered at Network Solutions and they must have run some sort of database/compare routine because early in January they sent me a message asking if I wanted to renew conservationcouncil.org. Personally, I didn’t, but I sent out a bunch of emails and left a bunch of phone messages with the good guy. When I didn’t hear anything from him, I figured the Lake County Conservation Council had been truly and deeply consigned to the dust-bin of history. Not so fast…. The good guy *had* gotten my messages, but had assumed that he had until the end of March to renew the domain. (Organization is clearly not something that either he or I excel at…which may account for why the LCCC went down with the sun.) I screen my phone calls, meaning I listened for a while, as he explained that the domain had expired and that I was the only one who could renew it…etc…etc… I picked up the phone and agreed that I would call Network Solutions. My plan was to tell them to turn the domain over to the one person who was still interested in it. Ha. Now, I’ve dealt with Network Solutions before…when I first registered conservationcouncil.org and more recently when I had to extricate sunregionEGA.org from the rubble of Geocities. I knew from that debacle that they could be obtuse, but I really wasn’t prepared for a swift descent into the realms of Kafka. It seems that over the past decade, the domain’s primary contact has morphed into Lake (last name), County Conservation Council (first name), of no known digital or physical address. Lynn Abbey had been reduced to being merely the technical contact. Technical contacts lack the authority to change domain ownership, so, even if I had remembered what I’d given myself as a userid and password back in 2000, I wouldn’t have been able to get to the actual account manager. Ah…but Network Solutions has a procedure in place to resurrect abandoned domains. While we were talking, the tech sent me an email (to my current email address), with links to the resurrection process! GREAT!!! I hung up, clicked the link, and blanched… Yes….abandoned domains can be resurrected….all you have to do is fax them a copy of my driver’s license or passport, a copy of a recent utility bill or other such financial statement showing that LCCC was still at its 2000 address (if it had moved there was another page of instructions and requirements), and they then would send the next round of instructions/requirements to the email address on file—which is my very old, very defunct iag.net address. So, I called Network Solutions again…and I gotta say, as automated menus go, theirs has to be the most annoying, worthless waste of time I’ve ever dealt with. You can’t press a number until the robot takes a virtual breath; #, *, and Operator are flagged as invalid keys, which starts the menu recitation over…. FROM THE TOP! and none—absolutely NONE — of the options made any sense. (Ultimately I found a couple different 800 numbers for Network Solutions, but they all dumped me into the same menu-hell.) So I guessed…about three times, until I got the “we’re experiencing high call volume….please wait” hold queue And, once again, I was talking to someone who wasn’t in India or some other location. I mean, these people KNEW English….they just didn’t make any sense. While I tried to explain my problem, they sent me EXACTLY the same email, with EXACTLY the same links to EXACTLY the same page and EXACTLY the same dead-end. I make my living describing things that don’t exist in the real world….but I made no headway with them. I’d say, the labbey@iag.net email is defunct, and they’d ask for my current email and send me the same verdamnt form and links. I called the good guy and said words to the effect that maybe he should just register a whole new domain and leave conservationcouncil.org in limbo. But, for some reason, he really wants to resurrect the old domain. So I emailed a copy of the forms to HIM. And about a half hour later he called…gibbering slightly. He had, however, determined one useful thing: while Network Solutions wouldn’t let either one of us CHANGE anything, they would let me pay to renew the verdamnt thing….but only me…so I had to call again (I couldn’t renew via the website ‘cause…well, they needed to confirm the email address of records…and, funny thing, it wouldn’t validate)….navigating menu-hell by pressing random buttons until I reached the hold queue…. One notes that never, when I actually reached a human being and explained my situation, did anyone say that I’d connected myself to the WRONG department or offer to transfer me to the RIGHT department. Nope, every time, they asked me for the account number (which I had) and if I knew where I’d been born (I remember) and then conversed with me on a (correct) first-name basis! I said, Look, I’m just going to pay to renew/resurrect the domain and the guy asked me if I wanted the twenty-year renewal option! Good thing I was sitting down. I said, No—how about something shorter and I don’t suppose you’d accept something other than *my* credit card number…and explained that the good guy had boldly given me his info. The tech said…No Problem…in fact, the tech had the good guy’s name and phone number already….How did a three-way conference call sound? I suppose it all makes a certain amount of sense…it *shouldn’t* be easy to change the master domain contact information…but really. I hung up, leaving the good guy and Network Solutions exchanging numbers. My brain is still vibrating. There’s something inherently interesting about a gathering that dubs itself the Ouagadougou Conference, especially when, after Googling “Ouagadougou” I learn that it’s the capital of Burkina Faso and the gathering is being held in Mountain View, CA (otherwise known as Google Central). One of the holy grails of this or any other 21st-century website is something called SEO—search engine optimization — or how to be number one on the page when someone uses Google or Bing or something else to answer a question. This isn’t too great a problem if you’re looking for CJ Cherryh, she’s pretty much the only Cherryh around. It gets a bit dicier with the Lynn Abbeys or Jane Fanchers of the world (although, since I started being a bit more diligent about blogging, I’ve managed to rise my profile a bit). Google “really good fantasy writer” and I’m nowhere to be found So, figuring out what happens inside the black-box of Google’s search algorithm has become a fairly profitable industry of its own. The Ouagadougou Conference doesn’t exactly reveal trade secrets, but it does hint that it’s not just how sites are linked together that determines their page position, but how users decide which sites actually meet their search criteria and how they modify a sequence of searches in pursuit of an answer. It’s geek-y stuff, but kind of fascinating, too. So, I’m still doing the Zumba thing at the Wellness Center. My knees are handling it, but all that bouncing around has a tendency to loosen my shoelaces. Fortunately, I recalled that less than a month ago, Lifehacker had a post on this very problem… Ditch the Granny Knot to Tie Your Shoes More EfficientlySo I brought my shoes and feet over to the computer and found this… Yep…reef knot on the left, granny knot on the right (and it was the right shoe lace that kept coming undone). Does this fall into the “a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds” category? The title says it all. I woke up in Macon, had a lovely breakfast, said goodbye to Roberta and her family, and began driving SS1 and her mother back to Florida. We were moving along quite nicely, leaving the rain behind us, until we were about eighty miles from the Florida line. Some of it was accidents, some was construction, and some will remain a mystery, but the net result was that a five-hour journey turned out to be quite a bit longer than that. So, instead of getting home and having some recoup time before my next round of holiday fun, I had barely 45 minutes before heading out to dinner with friends, followed by watching the Leesburg Dance Centre’s final performances of the season, and a brief stop for the last few numbers of the Melon Patch Theater’s Christmas Concert (not to worry, I’ll catch the whole thing tomorrow afternoon). By the time I got home, I was exhausted and brainless. There will be no scintillating prose tonight, no musings, no nothing…. Except… Sometimes something arrives in your inbox that’s just so WRONG that it must be shared. The link below does NOT connect to my annual holiday message….mostly because I simply could never, in a thousand years, come up with it… |
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