all gone

Arg. Had to pop back on here to mini-vent about my own negligence. I had a second hosting account (same company) that I’d picked up on a special discounted domain name sale. I eventually transferred the domain I wanted, which is for my writing journal, over to Google and set the account to expire. The files for that domain’s blog were still on that account. Today was my deadline to get in there and move them. I set the files on the ftp to download and then got sidetracked with work. Didn’t remember the database needed to backed up until this afternoon. By that point, my login no longer worked. Can’t get in to backup my database. Sad face. I reached out to my host in case they’ll throw me a bone and either send me a backup or transfer it to my other hosting account, but I have a sick feeling in my stomach because I think I’m going to have to start from scratch. I suppose I don’t lose too much, but I quite liked some of the writing exercises I’d completed. More sad face.

jumping on the bed

One little pitbull lying on the bed.
I came up and bopped his head.
“Why’d you bop me on the head?
I’m just a little pitbull lying on the bed.”

I sang the above to one of my doggies while I sneaked up on him last week. I suppose I wasn’t very stealthy. To Bop is to tap lightly with a finger, at least in this situation. Continue Reading

hidradenitis suppurativa

It’s time for me to write about one of the reasons I started this blog, one of the reasons I needed to just get my thoughts and feelings out of my own head. The beginning of this year has been pretty medically significant for me. In February I received three different diagnoses. One is a eureka moment connecting multiple problems investigated over the years, but the relief that this would have brought has been overshadowed by the other two, both of which are skin conditions that I had little control over developing and have only slight control over now. Continue Reading

the weird spice of life

I love running into little weird situations, moments of dissonance, that make my day more amusing and interesting. They areĀ a mental “stop and smell the roses.” Well, if the rose turned out to be a tulip wearing rose scent and a few fake petals. I am someone who pauses to appreciate the ridiculous. Continue Reading

a personal space

Similar to my altaholism in online games, I tend to make multiple blogs and then spend a little time on each of them. I have one for my webcomic and one for my writing exercises and development. Continue Reading