July 2000

July 15/2000 (12:49 AM) ~ posted by JP
News archive is up! Part of the purpose of this news item being of course to push some more stuff into the archive so I can see how well it works. Report any problems you've had with the site since the news automation started (today) to JP.
 

July 14/2000 (11:30 PM) ~ posted by JP
JP automation is fully installed now, no more of that nasty HTML for us. Dates for previous news items are now all the same because I had to cut and paste the old stuff into the new system. You should be seeing more updates now that this has been done, we'll also have an archive of previous items sorted by month.
 

July 14/2000 (11:07 PM) ~ posted by JP
BALL LIGHTNING is completed and online! Continued (and neared completion) on RANT! automation, added the ad on the left sidebar, and moved some links to the bottom of each page. Starting to get some stickers up around town, but struggling to decide which "look" to adopt. JP's computer was fried in a ball lightning storm, Peter is smelling the floor. I'm outta'.
 

July 14/2000 (11:07 PM) ~ posted by JP
Back-end for RANT! investigated and ready to begin implementation; pulp issues seven, eight and nine formatted and completed by Mike (VP in charge of Saying Monkey in a Low Voice). Ball Lightning should be able to be finished during the next work-session. In more interesting news, we're getting a whole bunch of hits from porn sites. That is, lots of our referrals are from sicko XXX pages - quite worrying, given that 95% of Tangmonkey Group members are Catholic Nuns. Now, let's clarify - these pages aren't actually linking to us - they're just the sites people are visiting last before coming down here. After three hours of discussion (it took so long because JP insisted on "investigating the porno sites"), we developed the theory that our having advertised at Glebe High School is the root cause. 65% of these kids only decide to check out TANGMONKEY after they've finished their porno hunt. Stop it, kids. You're gross. You too, JP.
 

July 14/2000 (11:06 PM) ~ posted by JP
Quick-fix counter on the page, we've been entered into search-engines, and a certain degree of poster-publicity went down this week. Currently working on setting up a better back-end for RANT!, news, etc, using PERL and PHP. Anyone interested in collaborating should give Dave, VP in charge of Rhythm & Web, a shout. Also working on rendering more issues of pulp and doing images/design work for Ball Lightning. Check out TANGMAIL - free, web-based email! (yourname@tangmonkey.com).
 

July 14/2000 (11:05 PM) ~ posted by JP
Well, it's twelve hours later. Our happy moods are gone. We killed all the chirping birds. They are dead now. Dave sleeps on the couch while JP and Sean break his house. Tangmonkey Records is up, as are the FAQ^TM, the Link to Us and Merchandise pages, etc. We also completed the band writeup for 1000 Pianos, namely the 1000 track-titles. JP is a ^#*^*ing moron for coming up with that *(@#!@*ing idea. 1000 @#!#ing songs. Erghhh. Anyway. We sleep now.
 

July 14/2000 (11:05 PM) ~ posted by JP
It is a beautifully warm, sunny day in Ottawa. As the trees sway in the breeze and the blue-jays chirp to one another, we TM Group members toil away in Dave's basement. We are deeply entrenched in yet another Jungle Carnivaal (read: networked computer work-session), working doggedly to please the To-Do List. The VP of Rhythm & Web is improving site architecture stuff in the wake of our server change-over, while Neale (VP in charge of Art) and Sean (VP in charge of Wit) apply themselves to the tasks that present themselves in Tangmonkey Records. Unfortunately for us, we're easily distracted; when someone opened up the slogans file, we were side-tracked for twenty minutes, reading and rereading those bite-size morsels of goodness. Unluckily for you web-surfers, the only way to see our 100+ slogans is to reload the various pages of the site. Hoo-ha! On this glorious afternoon we've also learned that Neale is a personal friend of Ottawa's Hooters' Girl of the Year, as photographed on the front page of the Sun. Who'd 'a thunk it?