Kamikaze Upgrade

Few things are as exciting as an upgrade from WordPress 1.2 to WordPress 1.5. It’s a bit like bungee-jumping, except you’re not quite sure if the guy on top of the bridge buckled you up properly.

But hey, looks like we made it.

In case you’re wondering, you’re looking at WP’s default layout template (as authored by Binary Bonsai, and actually quite lovely if you ask me). Some template-fiddling will be required before these pages are given back their comfy jacket, so bear with me…

CCFZ Webring Lives On

The CCFZ Webring, formerly managed by yours truly, has found a new caretaker. I’ve known Jason of ZappaFreaks for quite some time now as he is a regular reader of KUR, and I’m confident he’ll do a great job maintaining the ring.
Since I’m interested in knowing your opinion about the ring, I put up a little poll to the right of this page. Please cast your vote, thanks…

I’ve Had It With CCFZ

I’ve pretty much had it with administering CCFZ, the First FZ Webring.

(– “So Barry, that was you telling me to put up that javascript banner, upon which I was banned?” — “Yes, FZ fansite webmaster, that would have been me.”)

It was fun for a while but now, frankly, it’s become a bitch to maintain. For one thing, the webring.com system insists on doing my “ringmaster” job for me if I’m not fast enough (they approve whatever in my place before I’ve had a chance to look), and second: they keep kicking my butt for not having enough ring-members with valid webring-banners — well try telling the owner of a ten year old, abandoned fansite that he has to put up some cut/paste javascript on his page. Besides, the whole “webring”-technology is outdated anyway, in my view. I mean who surfs the web using a webring anymore?

So anyway, the CCFZ-webring is hereby “up for sale”. Actually, you can get it for free if you feel up to managing the sites. I, for one, have had enough. If no one has volunteered to take up the task of ringmaster within 2 weeks (you know how to contact me), this webring is going to be flushed down the proverbial toilet. Dominus Vobiscum, as they say.