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The staff started bitching about the spartan look of the front page.


Been playing with Inspinia non-stop, it’s comprised of 119 html files in the root. Each html file is a certain set of widgets to play with, a graph, a timeline, a blog, a calendar, the list goes on.

One of the files in the root is landing.html, the landing page that is now adorning our home page. In all likelihood, it will remain on the front page, though reflective of it’s new home.

Inspinia, which I praised 4 years ago, is even more impressive now. The Theme has had a lot of additions, refinements, and it’s running the latest Bootstrap.


4 years ago, I purchased Multiple use licenses for both Inspinia and Homer, so I can make use of them as I please for myself and for my clients.

Now if I decide to use Inspinia in the admin backend of Gina CMS, then I would need to upgrade to the Extended license. Which would give me the right to distribute Inspinia as part of a software project.


The mockup admin that I did 4 years ago, taking Inspinia for a spin back then, made up my mind today. When I took a look at what I had done 4 years ago, how easy it had been to work with the Theme, because at the end of the day, Inspinia is just a Theme on steroids, I gave it the nod.

Wouldn’t that be cool, to have the documentation site match the backend admin screens, it would make you feel right at home. I am so excited about the docs site now, I can’t wait to start putting it together.


4 years, 2 months and 3 days, the last post to this blog in earnest work mode, back on Friday October 28, 2016.

10 years of research that began back in 2006, when I went for Textpattern.

10 years of research that I just walked away from, disowned, forgot about.

10 years of research that I am now re-discovering after a 4 year hiatus.

Gina CMS

The culmination of many years of long hours at the keyboard, carpal tunnel, sore neck, bad back, ass is burning, eyes are blurry, how many times do I have to get up and pee in this cold weather.

However I’ve arrived here, at this spot, typing this out, it was meant to be.

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be