You’ve probably been noticing that we’ve been having some weird email issues. Honestly I don’t know what the problem is. We were blithley going about our business uploading images to our server and then linking them in the email just as we’d always done, then one day, it just didn’t work anymore. I did some testing over the weekend and discovered that I could still send images and have them show up for people, but not images hosted on our server. So today I’m trying something new and hosting the strip on an image site instead. We’ll see how that goes. I’ve heard from some people that if they refresh their email browser the image will show up. But its random. Even when we send it to our own inbox, it might work, or it might work at first and display an X when I come back to it later. Uploading the strip to a different server should solve this problem at least temporarily. In any case, I would like everyone to meet Mousse.
All that work to find my Dreamweaver box and it turns out it wasn’t a problem with the program. Something had gotten corrupted in some of my files. They wouldn’t open in the program but I was able to edit them and have them display correctly online, suggesting it was an error with the template. The house remains largely in disarray, but I did clear enough boxes in the living room to see some of the floor. I have not seen that floor in a month. Most of the contents of those boxes went to the office. Scott’s home business is the real culprit that prevents us from living more simply with less stuff, but I’ve discovered that’s true for every artist I know. A good chunk of my friends are artists and clutter is their lifelong companion. We wouldn’t want to break the tradition.
It’s looking like our email issues have been temporarily solved. Most people are reporting successful viewings. Glad that’s the case, I know it was annoying. I’m exhausted after spending yet another evening painting. At least I can say that for all of my effort, the results look pretty incredible. The hardest room to paint was the kitchen, where cabinets had to be worked around and I ended up climbing all over the counters while balancing precariously over sinks. The red brick color carried over into the laundry/weird bathroom, where I decided to make my life even harder and include the ceiling. Meanwhile, Mousse wet on the carpet again. This is my first indoor dog, I have no idea what to do with this thing. When I came in the door from work today he rushed to greet me and bounced all over the place as if he were made of springs. In his excitement he leaped into my arms and wet on me. Joy. This dog needs school like no other.