Well now ... THAT was some fun, wasn't it?
In case you hadn't noticed -- and it's OK if you
didn't notice: I
don't think my own DAUGHTER noticed, which only lessens her chances
of ever getting that pony -- *FootNotes* has been dead in the cyber
water for most of the week. If you came here looking for a little
and menopause with your morning java, any time this past week,
were met with the dreaded "404/File
message, instead. I'm sure
this probably had some people convinced that I'd
the plug on this sorry sloppy mess, once and for all, but in fact it
was simply one of those
technical-difficulties- beyond -my-control sort of
to disappoint, Cranky Denver Lady.)
My laptop crashed -- spectacularly -- about
three weeks ago. One
minute I was sitting
bed, happily swapping out one "West Wing Season 2" disc for
another ... the next minute, I was face-to-face with the worst kind of error
sorry for the
inconvenience," it said
politely -- white letters on
ominous black screen -- "but
your parallel flange
indicators are unable to intercoagulate with your operating
was more to the message ... a lot of technogeekspeak
errors and booting options and possible software/hardware
failures ... but that was the gist of it.
that I was fudked.
was none of that
false sense of Oh,
I'll just reboot again, and everything will magically fix
knew right away that this was serious, and that
had something to do with my hard drive, which is the very worst kind of
serious there is, when it comes to computers, and that
was going likely to turn out to be A Very Big Deal before I was
through. A Very Big EXPENSIVE Deal.
It was, and it did, and it did, and it was.
Seven days, six phones calls to the Bangalore call center and $312.58
in "Help Desk" subscription charges later, I finally had my beloved
Inspiron back up and
thing that really
bacon this time around -- besides having a little room left on my one valid credit
mean, or knowing exactly where all of my system installation disks were
located -- was the
that I've become something of
a back-up junkie in recent months. I own no less than three
external hard drives, in varying sizes, strengths and antioxidant
levels, plus a Zip Drive, a couple of memory
and a handful of those little portable flash drive
More importantly: I know how to use them. As a result, I lost
virtually nothing in
this crash: a couple of personal journal entries, I think, and some of
the Yoze-A-Myte photos. But that was the sum total of my loss.
could have been
much, MUCH worse.
any rate, once I'd
gotten my computer restored, feeling all relieved
and happy and proud of myself for not having a complete emotional
meltdown during this latest personal technology crisis, I decided
to re-upload all of my archived
files to the Internet. Just before the crash, I'd been
with organizing my FTP files more efficiently. This was my
post-crash opportunity to test-drive the new filing system. So I
re-uploaded all of the archived website files to the Internet,
then typed in the secraterri.com URL and waited while my rejuvenated
website sprang to life.
What I saw on the monitor in front of me had my jaw hitting the
*FootNotes* suddenly looked like it had been written by
chunks of text were replaced by these weird garbled heiroglyphics, like
something out of The Matrix. There were white spaces where
weren't supposed to be white spaces, and tables where there weren't
supposed to be tables, and most of the photos were replaced by that
little red "X"
that screams Web design
I pulled the whole website off the Internet, as
fast as I could: every journal entry, every cartoon, every chapter of "Night
of the Prairie Squid,"every
murky poorly-scanned photo of the inside of my
sat down and tried to figure out how to fix things. Long boring
who-the-fudk-cares story short: I
had to inspect and repair each and every file individually ... we're
talking thirty-four YEARS' worth of journal here ... and then re-upload
the whole mess back
into the cybersphere, one file at a time. It's taken me the
better part of
the week to accomplish this ... mostly on the sly,
at work, or in between Sopranos Season 5 episodes in the
I've still got more repairs to do -- the
still acting wonky, in places, and there are a handful of Tree House
stubbornly refuse to cooperate -- but for all intents and purposes, *FootNotes* has been
to its pre-crash condition.
Which, f you ask Cranky Denver Lady, may or may not be
a good thing. Then again, she doesn't appear to have noticed
was gone this week.
Guess SHE'S not getting a pony either.