Grongy. Our ISP just gave us the go ahead to "upload" our web site to their web server. They gave us a special password and everything. |
What is it? |
"Blip-is-a-dork". |
Pixel!! |
Just kidding. |
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Our ISP also gave us our web location: www.actden.com/fp. That's the address we give to friends who want to check out our web site. The "fp" in our address stands for "Foolish Pixel." |
Very funny, Blip. |
Just kidding. It stands for FrontPage, of course. |
This location is your Internet address. Once you know your URL, you can give it to people and let your future visitors know where to find you. |
We're almost there. Now we need to send our web site data from our computer to the web server. That's called "uploading". |
I get it. It's the opposite of "downloading", which is receiving data from another computer. That actually makes sense. Logical, even. |
The most common method of moving these files to the server from your own computer is by using a transport method known as "FTP". FTP stands for "file transfer protocol". FTP allows you to transfer files through the Internet. FrontPage can help you transfer files using FTP. |
Now we just need to click the Publish button and our work is done. Not too bad, huh? |
Yeah, it was fun. Sort of suprising--considering that it's homework. |
2. In the Publish FrontPage Web dialog box, specify the location where you want to publish your web site. Choose the location from the drop-down list or type it directly into the text box. 3. Click OK in the Publish FrontPage Web dialog box. NOTE: Remember you will have to be connected to the Internet to upload your web site to the web server.
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Well, our multimedia project on kids in the 90's is done! And I've learned a lot about life in the 90's, from the awesome music to the weird clothes and everything in between. |
We've also learned how to design and publish our own web site using FrontPage! |
Yep. Now I've got to decide if I want to go surfing or hang out at a coffee shop and write a film script. How about you, Blip? |
Both sound wonko! Maybe we can finish our trip by whizzing back a few hundred years and catching a concert with the real Mozart. |
Grongy! Bye everybody! |
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