Expecting the unexpected
This may come as a shock to some but weird things happen from time to time.
A weird thing happened here yesterday.
I tapped in my usual garbage into this here site and pressed Publish. Grand. Up my brainfart went to enlighten and/or entertain the planet. All went smoothly and there was my wisdom on the site for the whole world to see.
Then I noticed something.
My previous post was apparently back in 2020.
What the fuck? I checked, and sure enough this is 2022 and I am reasonably sure I have scribbled something, or even more than something in the intervening years. Surely I had made some comment on the Virus that swept the globe? What the fuck had happened to all my pearls of wisdom? The site was working perfectly but it has just removed two whole years of hard [very hard] work. I panicked.
As luck would have it, I have a tedious little routine in the morning. I type in a couple of little commands into my trusty laptop and it takes over and downloads backups from my little nest of websites. It’s not a very exciting job and it means I have lots of these little [or not so little] files cluttering up the place. One of those files was a backup of the database for this site. But naturally it wouldn’t know anything about my latest outpourings of genius. So I copied all I had typed in and saved it in another file.
I copied up the backup of the database. It failed. Of course it did. Life can’t be that simple? Time for some drastic action. I deleted the entire database. I then uploaded the backup and it actually worked. It lacked my latest fart however so I copied that in from my little saved file. That worked. Life was back to normal. My vast store of insightful knowledge was there once more to educate the world.
I still haven’t a fucking clue what caused the problem though….
You’ve probably been discovered by Klaus Schwab & Co., deemed not to be politically suitable for the Great Plan and been given ‘notice’ to change your ways.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the Thought Gardaí come knocking on the Front Door sometime in the very near future. If I were you I’d be thinking about getting some practice in with that scoped rifle of yours. Ah, to hell with it – while you’re at it you can buy a sawn-off double barrel shotgun for herself….