Laughing All The Way

Friday, July 07, 2006

All of my duck in a row, which is soothing to my OCD

Lately I have been feeling blah. And having to write this entry twice has done nothing to improve my mood.

How can I ever replace the organic goodness that was that last post? I can’t. I just can’t ever. Crap. Ain’t that the truth, can’t ever crap. But you really don’t want to know what that really means, so we’re moving onward and upward (spiralling down awfully quickly here).

So, to summarize (if you had ever had the chance to read the lost post, this would all make more sense): I like being in charge of Bruce’s move. I get all of the fun of finding places to move and none of the stress. Well except for the stress of moving my life cross-country.

Also, I am no longer amused with the random and largely unexplained general malaise I am feeling these days. Whatever is making me funky needs to be run off so I can defunkifiy. The stomach thing has gotten kind of bad these days and to my horror I woke Bruce up in the middle of the night moaning. He kind of shook me to ask what was wrong and I remember clutching my stomach and saying that I was nauseous. That is damn attractive.

And I just sent a print job to my network. The document is almost 100 pages long and signifies a crap load of work. This is the first full print of all the documents so I am kind of excited. I never print out the full document until the end of the project, mostly as a protection thing (you never want to be the person who provided the bitch who will publicly flame you for the incorrect use of a semi-colon with the kindling for the fire) and mostly because I like to control my work (with an iron fist) so I minimize who gets a draft until I am happy that someone isn’t going to try to pass my work off as their own (this has been quite the year with quite the learning curve).

Finally, I received word from Atizzle that my captchas weren’t working. I had just fixed them with an IM walk through from the not so angry Pete. I figured that I should be able to fix whatever was wrong. I was right. Yay me.

Also, this is how I ended the conversation with Pete two full months ago:

Some Girl: oh, hey, while you’re here
Some Girl: I get this funny message:
Some Girl: Warning: Your installation file is still on your server.
For security purposes, please remove the file called install.php from your server using your FTP program.
Some Girl: what am I suppose to do with that?
Pete: You need to delete the install.php in the system folder of EE. You can go in through either FTP or File Manager from CPanel.
Pete: That way, some hacker doesn’t come through and re-install everything, and delete everything you’ve done.
Some Girl: so the file that says: install.php…I just delete
Pete: Yep.
Some Girl: okay, that I can handle
Some Girl: I think I’ll do it next month
Pete: yeah. Don’t strain yourself with three clicks that you could use for something worthwhile.
Some Girl: I know you’re just looking out for me and my carpel tunnel thingamajig
Pete: Exactly.

Today, two months after I was told to do something super easy and very important for the safety of my blog, I finally deleted the install.php file from my server. Pete must be so proud knowing his words made such a massive impression on me. Seriously, normally I would leave something like that (A GIANT RED WARNING) on my server for years.

I am nothing if not vigilant about my safety and protection. Now, I shall wander the mean streets of downtown Boston, while drunk and on a cell phone. Fantastic.