Update on Site Trek:
I didn't follow up on that headline last entry, got sidetracked into venting about therapists who don't quite get the distinction between physical and emotional disabilities and mistake one for the other.
Site Trek Continues
Both links: http://hollylisle.com and http://www.hollylisle.com now lead to the temporary front page labeled Jatol - the new host. The DNS is propagating throughout the Internet, a process that takes 24 to 72 hours and is variable by a lot of variables. N54 Chat is Down. N54 is down for maintenance, and the chat we're using to stick together through the move is an N54 chat.
The Temporary Chat Room page is not accessible by any route that I know of at this time, the page with its links simply doesn't come up. Nothing comes up for Forward Motion going on the links from the Jatol hosted page - which probably means that nothing's wrong, the move is in progress.
Why do I think that?
Because the technical tidbits Holly's dropped in posts about the move give me a good logical reason nothing is accessible. The directory structure for all the pages in the community is changing. This is comparable to the changed directory structure I've been planning within my hard drives to be able to synchronize backups between Ema, Sonata and Toshi on a network.
Using mine for an example because I have got no idea what Holly's directory tree looks like, this is the type of thing I think is happening:
On Ema, I have "My Documents" and a folder "Novels" and several novels in their own folders scattered around outside it, plus another labeled "Piarra Novels" that actually has most of my novels in it, one or two of those scattered around in "My Documents" directly because they're up for rewrite pretty soon now. That's not even counting stories and the "Stories," "SF Stories," "Fantasy Stories," "Horror Stories," "Shorts," "More Stories" and an occasional folder with just that story's title - there are more than those I've mentioned. That is a disorganized directory tree.
Over on Sonata, I have a brutally simple directory tree for all my fiction and graphics. Everything is loose in "Robert's Home" which is what Linux calls the "main folder for user's own work" that "My Documents" is in Ema.
Now let's say you were phoning in my computer to download a story in Other Writers, because I critiqued it and archived it for you. I know you're doing this, I let you do it and have the DNS numbers for my computer. Whoops! Ema's down!
Your story isn't over in Sonata yet at all, but neither is its folder, Other Writers, with the subfolder "Yourname" on it where your file is kept. (I actually keep other people's writing more organized than my own. Scary, isn't it?"
But let's say I had moved over a bunch of archives the last time I got online with Sonata and your story really is in Sonata somewhere. It's in "Robert's Home" loose with a bunch of avatar .jpgs and a few other things like my test document on Abiword. I know who wrote it because I stuck your initials into the document title, which means the document title isn't even the one you're looking for, you doing it on your end. I did that so that if I misfiled it, I'd know which folder in "Other Writers" to stick it in.
And I did that in a hurry cause Ema was crashing and I knew anyone might want their backups fast.
With a brain, being a person, I could serve you that backup if we got in chat and you said "Help, I lost Chapter Four of my WIP! Do you still have the old version?"
Sonata's not as smart as I am and you dialing in to her, you'd never find it in a million years. She would just dumbly keep searching for "Other Writers" and "OriginaltitleCh4.doc" and reporting it ain't there.
Until I created "Other Writers" and put all the archives into it in their subfolders, no one but me would find anything. Though I could get you the file if we got in chat. But chat's down.
Night falls dark in the deep desert of an alien world. Creaking mechanical sounds and the hiss of dust as splayfooted robots pound the sand mindlessly working to bring the Forward Motion caravan to the next oasis... the one we'll settle... are counterpointed by the sounds of strange insects and animals stirring as the heat recedes. Silence holds as we all keep our relative positions, hoping the trail leads into a host oasis and not to just more deep desert. Clouds obscure unknown stars and no light pierces the black depths surrounding Site Trek, save a few strange flashes in the distance: bloggers posting to the rest of the caravan to let them know we're still on trail.
We are still on the trail and this is a sign Holly's thing is working.
When we unpack the site in all its glorious diversity and pitch camp, there's a "Kill Cato" thread I started on Main Discussion. In 150 words or less, describe what tortures you'd like to inflict on the Chat Gremlin that's destroyed short term communications! No mercy! Andi, now's a good time for the Anti-Gremlin Death Ray!
Dripping gremlin bits fall from the sky in the light of the blast.
Hehehe. Let's see if that works. Thanks for lending me the big gun - the little cat in the turret has good aim!
Robert and Ari >^..^< (He let me sit in the turret blasting with the death-ray! Purr!)