Once Upon a Time There Was a Webmaster

[tmcg]

I first created a homepage on the Web in February of 1996. It was small. I knew what all the files were. I didn't need subdirectories. It seemed silly; three images in one, one text file in another, one text file in another, and that was about it. But it grew. It grew and grew and grew. But did I add subdirectories? Did I organize anything? No. It was a little irritating when I fired up Dreamweaver to work on some small part of the old personal homepage and the embedded WS-FTP program took a while to retrieve the list of remote files. But I got a cable modem. Then it was only a little slow. Still no motivation to organize the stuff into directories. I sorta kinda knew what everything was. Yeah, there were probably some old unlinked vestigial things in there, but so what? I had three other, quite nicely organized Webpages to maintain, and no desire to deal with the infrequently updated personal homepage.

Then I get a message from the robot at my server telling me I'm over my storage quota. Time to clean out files. Wanted to make room for new convention pictures. While I was in there, why not create those subdirectories and get everything neatly filed where it belonged?

I don't want to think how many hours ago that was. I'm trying not to think about how much my back hurts and how numb my butt is from sitting in this bloody chair. And I sure as heck don't want to think about the obsessive-compulsive behavior that led me to this whole job in one sitting when I really did have better things to do today. It had to be done sometime, I told myself.

The moral of the story:

Subdirectories. From the start.

At least I get to watch Buffy as a reward.

Comments

[akaspeedo.livejournal.com]

You're so sweet, geez. Thank you. I'd love that.

[terrymcgarry.livejournal.com]

Will do!