Pajama Empress

The heat continues. It is actually insane – I had things I needed to do today, but I ended up doing none of them because it was just too hot.  It’s 38 degrees with a hot dry wind, and the sun is absolutely beating down.

I spent the weekend making a layout for the Violonjello website. It’s gorgeous and I’m so proud; cherry red with navy and peach, some of my favourite colours. I’m actually figuring out how to use Photoshop efficiently – things that would previously have taken me all afternoon I can now do quickly and far more accurately. Here’s a little preview of what I’ve done so far – untitled-1.jpg. Yes, that’s my real name! I figure I’m going to have to ditch my psuedonym soon…

I don’t know anything about how to run my domain though. I installed WordPress in a subdomain, but nothing works! I can’t even access my traffic reports and keep getting ominous errors, so I’m understandably apprehensive about trying to install Zen Cart. I’m very confused and I can’t even call for support, because they’re in America. I’m trying desperately to figure it all out myself, but if anybody is a tech wizard, I might need your help. This is a long way from the days of Angelfire and FortuneCity, and my first junky attempt at html. I practically lifted all the images and information from another website to make my own shrine to British comedy legend Rik Mayall – it was fairly tragic. I was ten years old, honestly wanted to marry this (much) older man despite the fact he was already married and I had absolutely no idea of copyright or internet ethics.

Speaking of internet ethics, I am astonished. I stumbled across a blog so vile, so nasty, such a gruesome invasion of my privacy… basically, it was a blog devoted entirely to the verbal slaughter of yours truly. I am still reeling that somebody could be that malicious, especially when I have had the restraint and decency to not post every single horrible thing I felt and thought throughout the break-up I endured last year, including all the lurid details. All I can say is… it wasn’t a nice state of affairs to begin with, but Lucien made it a million billion times worse.

A cooking show is on television right now; I’m not watching it, but words from the narration keep popping out at me. Smoked salmon. That was the main one. I’m hungry now! Sebastian brought over Indian food for dinner last night, but it seems a bit wrong to be eating such yang food on such a hot day. I need very cool, bland things, like dainty  triangular sandwiches of cucumber, or smoked salmon and cream cheese. A girl cannot survive on ice blocks alone.