Webmaster Note
Submitted by Sarah D. Bunting on March 21, 2010 – 9:28 PM31 Comments
Hey TN peeps, this is Glark. I’m helping Sarah out on her redesign. Just a quick note to say if you are not seeing stuff in the sidebar that’s expected, it is just a by-product of moving and troubleshooting the new theme. I have no idea where Sarah is as I’m writing this and I didn’t want to her to get back to her nicotine-stained, cat-hair clogged computer and have tons of emails from you alerting her to the missing sidebar stuff.
Also I used “webmaster.” Welcome to 1996.
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this made me snort out loud. thanks glark.
What was that new-fangled term you kids use these days? WebOverLord?
(Looking forward to the new theme. Site transitions are always *so* much fun!)
Hey! I thought the Sars quit smoking?
Oooh! Oooh! Look! Reply buttons on individual comments! YAY! (or has that always been there and I just never noticed?)
Maybe she did quit smoking, but then decided that not enough women dip these days, so she’s bringing it back. Equality!
I miss 1996.
Wait, no I don’t. I had terrible hair in 1996. Stupid middle school years.
Ooh, shiny! I’m pretty sure these reply buttons for individual comments are new. But they’re shiny!
I miss my 1996 ass. That was a great ass. What it was clothed in? Not so much.
@Tisha – I believe they’re new. Very cool!
Definitely new! Yay!
Oh…I don’t like individual reply to comments. It makes it too hard to keep track of what you’ve read and what you haven’t. I like the old format where if you want to directly address an earlier person’s point just put it in twitter-speak, ex. @ferretrick.
Ahhh, the nineties–all webmasters, overpriced champangne, and imaginary money. Those were the days…
@ferretrick: I like individual replies :-)
Don’t forget the Aeron chairs.
I can’t say I miss my 1996 ass because I was 13 and really, had no ass to speak of (which is actually quite a pain when it comes to buying jeans).
I do miss my 2000-2002 figure. Why can’t I have that body back?
(Oh right– I’d have to basically give up eating, probably. Darn it, this is a real Sophie’s Choice here).
I have fond memories of 1996–reading trashy romance novels and never having to cook for myself, mostly–but I suspect they’ve been colored by nostalgia. I mean, I know for a fact that 1996 involved algebra, so it couldn’t have been that great.
1996, let’s see… a year post-bachelor’s degree, and still working the $7/hr student job. Unremarkable ass.
No, thanks.
No, wait! Now I’m unemployed and still have an unremarkable ass. How’d I end up going backwards?
I’m a bit concerned about the comments–are these the ones where all the replies get flattened into a single indenture level? All that does is keep the same confusion but kick it over one tab-stop.
“I *NEED* this $3500 notebook so that I can do web design right there in the client’s office!”
Oh, god, if we’re coming up with ways to stain things with nicotine, that mental image is WAAAAY worse.
Or as I liked to call it, Hellgebra.
I want to know what the new word for “webmaster” is. I fear I will start to sound like my grandmother, with the “cheffoil” and the “dungarees.”
I’m not sure who the technical person is. But the person in charge of content and overseeing the technical person where I am is the web producer.
Ah, 1996 … It started with a record-setting blizzard and my 35th birthday, and I gave birth to my son in August of that year (who’s now in the deepest throes of adolescence possible – oy). What with the whole sleep deprivation thing, I don’t really have very many non-confuzzled memories of the remainder of 1996! (Good thing I was on mat leave for most of the remainder of that year!!) But I’m glad for those of you whose bodies were rocking that year, since *someone’s* had to be (and mine, clearly, was NOT!)
“Webmaster” always makes me “free-associate” to Grandmaster Flash … which inexplicably skeedaddles me right over to the Sugar Hill Gang – “I said a hip hop / Hippie to the hippie / The hip, hip a hop, and you don’t stop, a rock it / To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie / To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat …”.
(Yes, even though the song itself dates to 1980. The skeedaddling of the mind is a mystery, my friends!)
Heh … 1996. The good, the bad, the sleep deprived. But, all in all, ’twas quite a good year.
@Katie L. – I have to ask: What is a “cheffoil”?
Ooh – 1996! My best year yet! My ass was at it’s best, for sure. My best friend calls it ‘Tina’s lost year.’, but I remember every minute.
Also, Webmaster: tee hee.
I’m with ferrettrick, though also leaning in the general direction of The Fence that I may possibly be on, too.
The individual replies get a little confusing in terms of keeping track of new comments. There are all the addes bonuses of mini-conversations, though.
I’m so glad I don’t have to make these decisions!
Oooh, I’ll take 1996 FTW! I was doing one-legged squats, and had a phenomenal ass! It was before I started breaking everything, too.
(I was going to amend that to say, “By which I mean “bones”, but then I realized it applied to pretty much everything, so I’ll let it stand. Yeah, I’d actually like 1996 back, please.)
1996:
I sing anthem at pre-All-Star weekend shindig and meet four HOFers and my childhood idol, Paul Blair, who proceeds to flirt shamelessly with me for the day. Have pleasant chat with Tug McGraw about Tim and Faith (who were getting married soon). Am asked to stay and sing for second session. Possibly third best day of my life.
Week later, Cal Ripken breaks nose during pre-All-Star Game team photo. Ken Griffey Junior, with an injury, shows up for an award but doesn’t even look at, let alone acknowledge the crowd. Mascot Mania is the best part of the festivities. Who’d have guessed?
I remember nothing else from that year.
Chef-Foil is a brand name for aluminum foil wrap. I had to Google it to be sure.
My grandmother’s word for aluminum foil. It must have been a brand name… Aha! Yep: http://bit.ly/9wqyM3
Word. Not as bad as the actual high-school math I had to start the year after (or trig, God help us all) but…ew.