born died reborn
I'm starting this on a Sunday morning. Who knows when it'll actually see the light of day.
Sometime around noon on Monday (9/13) I lost thoughtpeach. It went down in the midst of trying to get my vanishing email dilemma solved and while I began asking repeatedly about the status of one, the other and then both, I grew a bit more concerned. By the time I got home, thoughtpeach had vanished and been replaced with one of those default content-listing screens, offering two options that led nowhere near where my contents used to be.
Gone. Everything had vanished. I was left with a square one proposition and not a whit of material to fill the breach. While I had files of things on my hard drive, I had the usual ignorant regard to backing up my stuff until the moment when such a philosophy was no longer useful, except in a regretful way. So I perseverated, I worried, I went to bed, I slept away the thought that 8 months of links, images and bleary Sunday morning revelations were gone to the unrequested destructive hands of my hosting company.
Eventually, after getting them cornered in a chat room and repeatedly inquiring as to the whereabouts of my files, or even the continued existence of them, the girl helping cheerily replied: "We have them."
So, that crisis overcome, 8 months now sitting backed up on my ipod and a return to receiving email and reborn on the inertnet, I was without a voice. Moveable Type is delicate as crystal and understanding it a task on par with chinese algebra and hotwiring a submarine. Someone somewhere must know how to do it, there are thousands of MT users, but after several debacles, I know that I am not one of the ones with brains built to make sense of the bill of goods.
Merry, fortunately, has come to my aid and I am much more content knowing someone as skilled and capable as she is working out the problems. She speaks their language. She knows their secrets. Someday I have to sit down and suss out just what the fuck the MT manual is talking about, because as it stands, I'm like a guy who just bought a house of the future and lost the manual. One glitch in the short-term and I'm locked out, peeking through my own windows and unable to straighten the magazines.
So I'm stuck here, just waiting. And realizing I'm writing way too much about the website itself, a solipsistic metacommentary sure to make your eyes go fuzzy and hand clutch for the scroll button.
And now it's Monday night and everything works again and while I feel dumb for going on the way I did, I'm gonna publish it to the site anyhow, because I refuse to deny that once I went all sideways because my website was broken.
Thanks Merry.
Posted by xtop at October 20, 2003 11:27 PM
