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So I built an e-mail newsletter system for work. It's pretty neat. Handles a full suite of statistic tracking, section subscriptions, full array of templating, bells and whistles. But somehow the "script timeout" function disappeared this weekend, so after sending 700 or so e-mails, the script stopped and decided not to continue.
Oh, yeah, and since we've gone to this new tool and not our corporate solution, we've gone from 500-some subscribers to 1500+ as of today.
Ulp.
I'm not sure it's my fault. But then, I'm not sure it's someone else's fault. So I'll just veeeery quietly take the blame.
The good news was it was easily fixable. I think. No real way to test it without sending 1500 e-mails, and I'm not doing that today.
Moosie has spent his time warbling in Daddy's ear and preening his hair. Tiny simply demands to be within a foot of Moosie at all times, and poofs up his wings to look like a Big Impressive Bird in the process. And they're distressed if they clue in that people are in the house and not with them. Too cute.
Chefs/Colts this weekend. I fear the Manning machine. Football gods, I sacrificed the Cats on your altar of fealty, grant me thy boon and vanquish the mighty stallions from Indiana. Danke.
Oh, yeah, and since we've gone to this new tool and not our corporate solution, we've gone from 500-some subscribers to 1500+ as of today.
Ulp.
I'm not sure it's my fault. But then, I'm not sure it's someone else's fault. So I'll just veeeery quietly take the blame.
The good news was it was easily fixable. I think. No real way to test it without sending 1500 e-mails, and I'm not doing that today.
Moosie has spent his time warbling in Daddy's ear and preening his hair. Tiny simply demands to be within a foot of Moosie at all times, and poofs up his wings to look like a Big Impressive Bird in the process. And they're distressed if they clue in that people are in the house and not with them. Too cute.
Chefs/Colts this weekend. I fear the Manning machine. Football gods, I sacrificed the Cats on your altar of fealty, grant me thy boon and vanquish the mighty stallions from Indiana. Danke.
