Are we having fun yet? Adventures in HTML coding.
First of all, a huge, huge thank you to James Schramko in sunny Sydney for being simply astonishingly generous with his time and good humour over the last few days. James, thank you. And to all my loyal readers, if you value your success, if you truly want to learn more than you could have thought possible, go now, swiftly and hither: to www.internetmarketingspeed.com
You will not be sorry.
Now then, to business:
Blog wise, the last few days have been rather perturbing.
Why?
Well, on Friday, the blog you see before you (lavishly illustrated) … er … died.
Well, it didn’t so much die, it merely stopped breathing.
And why migth that be?
Alas, eternal twiddler that I am, I accidentally killed it! Gasp!
How? Pray tell!
By mucking about with the code in such a fashion that the formatting, were it a flock of birds, fell from the sky like raindrops, meaning that I had to begin again. From scratch. Arrrrrgggggghhhhhh!
Normally, what is ordinarily referred to as “hacking ” by people who know what the hell they’re doing, is something I’d avoid. But over the last few days I’ve decided that this is a category into which I don’t so much fall as hurtle, and, I might add, headlong and screaming like a little girl.
No doubt the coders out there will find this astoundingly amusing, and no doubt there are still errors in my code (or what I refer to a “lumps”). But until I hear otherwise, or until I lose the will to live (whichever comes first), but there those errors (sorry, lumps) shall remain.
Ever to bear witness to my recklessness.
For any non programmers out there, the whole notion of fiddling with piddling pieces of HTML bores them to tears. I know because my sweet, darling wife (light of my darkness that she is), told me as much within the last 24 hours.
And after having spent—no, scratch that—frittered away THIRTY SIX FRUSTRATION FILLED, SWEAT INFUSE HOURS on fixing things with “The Code” over the weekend, I am now beginning to see the rationale behind this terror.
As jolly clever as I like to think I am in having invested my time thus, I am not, nor do I have any plans to become, a coder.
Copy and paste a script from here and there and attempt (!) to paste the little bugger into what I hope is the right place, only to have my exploits foiled by the tedious process of SAVE PREVIEW and SAVE—all this I can do until the cows come mooing down the proverbial lane.
But write code from scratch? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
No. Next time, I’ll GALMI (Get a little man in) to do it for me. Did I learn anything new?Good lord, yes, and the thrill of actually fixing something in this way when one has no even the faintest idea what one is doing is astonishingly fulfilling.
But a-coding I shall not go again. At least, not any time soon.
Lesson learned? Twiddle ye not with the code! At least, not until I’ve learned a smidgen more about it. But oh, the places I could go from here!
