M’hijito called early this afternoon to ask if I’d like to drive with him to the far side of the galaxy, for the purpose of visiting Ikea. The real, ulterior motive was to get my car, not me, to go with him: I have a van; he drives a rickety, out-of-production Toyota sportsoid car.
Couldn’t have called at a better moment. About forty-five minutes earlier, I had somehow managed to hit exactly the right mystery keyboard command to screw up six hours’ worth of work on the Carnival of Personal Finance.
To start with, as usual the thing is about the size of the Andromeda galaxy. Then I got this bright idea about all these photos that oooooohhhh yes, I just had to download and plug into the post. Each of these dorked up spacing here and there, which had to be fixed by trial and error, because in WordPress WYSINQWYG (What You See Is Not Quite What You Get). After hours of lovingly fiddling around, I sat back and sighed: a true work of art! It was gorgeous. It was beautiful. It was freaking perfect!
Then…damndamndamn!…my fingers slipped on the keyboard. I have no idea what set of keys I hit, but it was at least four of them. The image on the monitor jumped, jiggled, did a little belly-dance…and settled into something that looked kinda strange.
Whatever th’heck I did, it
• deleted every hard and soft return after every single unwrapped line;
• deleted the last image I’d entered, which I’d placed three from the end;
• undid the reformatting I’d done to the three images following the now-disappeared image;
• returned the red coloring on the little Editor’s Favorites heart symbols to black;
• undid the formatting I’d carefully instilled to force several entries to wrap around other images without looking stupid; AND…
• saved the result!
Ctrl-Z Ctrl-Z Ctrl-Z Ctrl-Z Ctrl-Z Ctrl-Z
And Hal: stop calling me “Dave”!
Well, no amount of Ctrl-Zing would restore the disappeared formatting and data. So I had to do all that over…it took about two hours.
If it had crashed the file after performing its reformatting antics, that would have been fine—I had saved just seconds before. Resuscitation from an unsaved version would have been a lot easier. Thought I wuz gunna die!
So all this made a junket to a crowded, crazy-making box store full of cut-rate merchandise sound good.
M’hijito has been needing a bed, some bookshelves for his office, and a little table for beside the bed for lo! these past two or three years. He finally gave up on saving up enough to buy the Danish furniture he craves—on sale, it was over $3,000. That’s more than he wants to spend, under the best of conditions, when a) he wants to go to graduate school and b) he needs to preserve savings to maintain the albatross of a house his mother got him into. So, despite having resolved never to allow another stick of Ikea furniture into his home, he caved.
He did pretty well, IMHO: For $500, he scored a decent-looking platform bed, a matching side table, a seven-foot bookcase, a child’s low-to-the-ground table to hold the gigantic printer his father gave him, a colander, some CFLs, a couple of rugs, and a few other small kitchen items.
So that brightened the day. The Carnival is now ready to go up tomorrow morning…it won’t, of course, because WP thinks 03:06 May 31, when it’s really 19:06. So I’ll have to fiddle with it whenever I get out of bed on June 1, if I live that long. Having been up since 3:00 a.m. and having worked or trudged around Ikea every single minute since then, I intend to drug myself with antihistamines by way of trying to sleep until dawn.
Which reminds me: I forgot the laundry in the dryer and I haven’t washed the sheets yet. And so…to work.
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