Bad Blog Day today, I assume.
The initial moving was ok, but additional attempt to move it on the root failed big time and wiped the whole site out. So the first losing of few recent articles and comments seemed to be silly suddenly…
I managed to get it back through Drupal; but than that one screwed somewhere during uninstall and lead to ghost file, causing a fatal error in my database.
So I had to redo it, in the end counting on four damn times, it took me the whole day and a lot of nerves (especially when I really thought I am left with all posts wiped out for the second time – but now it would’ve been my fault, and that I didn’t really like.)
I’m finished with any attempts to move anything anywhere by now. There’s still some annoying error when it comes to links, but it’s way too late for me to solve it now and my nerves are really on the border of beating my poor laptop up, though I know it’s not its mistake.
I have still a lot of manual editing to be done – namely putting <More> tag in every single post which is unbearably long; sorting out categories which didn’t get imported from the old Drupal backup; manually assigning each single post to its original category; editing broken permalinks on certain posts, mainly the ones written in Czech; getting my counters up and running; and letting the few people know I’m back on the site and it should be, inshallah, ok now.
I’m no good with scripting as I can see, but I eventually managed to battle through it with this awesome guide, which helped really a lot. So if you are moving your website from Drupal to WordPress, be sure to check it.
I so, so, sooo hate any moving of bigger chunks of files. I really do hope it’s completely behind me for several months at least. I need my calm! And for that I want to have my blog running, to keep my memories somewhere else than on paper. I’m still partially sad about the whole year 2008 which got lost in vacuum of internet by someones fault, not mine, that is sure at least for this point, heh. Our first year in UK… oh well.
I’m off to bed, for now…
… why I do love my husband so much.
- He is just adorable. His smile, his eyes, his spirit.
- He tolerates my moods, even the dangers of PMS.
- He brings me Kinder Bueno when I PMS, knowing I will eat everything around.
- He eats the food I cook and thanks for every dinner, saying it was wonderful, although I know my cooking is pretty aweful.
- He cares when I’m late and gets worried because of that, even if it’s ten minutes only.
- He buys me things I’ve only thought about having.
- He brings me roses every once a while! That is just so awesome and gentlemanlike and adorable.
- He is good in his character and has the right values as a man, as a husband, as a father, as a son, as a brother, as an uncle, as any possible role in life. His personal morals are high and he’s a wonderful example of grown-up for our daughter.
- He is patient with my crazy ideas and demands.
- He brings me milk even after 8pm.
- He buys me toilet paper, because I’m European and he wants me to feel comfortable – though I don’t really use toilet paper anymore.
- He stays at home with the family and doesn’t go out with friends or to play pool – his favourite – although I want him to have fun besides home.
- He is willing to help anytime with anything I ask for. Peeling potatoes, shopping, even cleaning.
- He takes care of the home trash-cans and bins automatically – so I don’t need to go out with trash. I love how considerate this is.
- Although he’s a smoker, he never ever smokes in house or in front of me or our daughter.
- He perfectly takes care of Dori when I feel sick or ill.
- He has more perfumes than I do – and he always smells wonderful!
About half a year ago I used on myself that new, fabulous perfume my husband brought me from Kuwait.
It smells wonderful – tender floral aroma.
I came to the livingroom, where was residing my beloved half, and innocently asked: “How do I smell, honey?”
He, so devilishly honestly, looked at me and replied without moving a muscle: “Like every housewife.”
What is that, did I think? Like baking cupcakes?
“And how does a housewife smell,” inquired silly me.
(A moment of surprised silence on his side.)
Since I’ve started to read books from library once again I also have had to start to pay attention to the dates I need to return them – or else. (Or else its one pound per book per day, that quite makes me keep the dates.)
Today was, quite unfortunately, the last day I had available to go up to the Byker branch and return four books I’ve borrowed from there (or else), hence I had to go even if the weather forecast had been such as falling llamas; I have to say that it’s really close to that, though – looking from the window and remembering the flying on my newly grown wings (made from jilbab).
Very, very unpleasant wind and losing balance in it with my plus minus 60 kg I can’t really imagine how my 12 kg daughter felt like – but she surely grabbed on my hand often very tightly. Uncommon in these days of “ME MYSELF!”, but not as shocking considering the flying trash cans in the back streets.
So, whoever always dreamt of flying without wings – come up to Newcastle today, we guarantee you a really exciting experience! (Try to avoid a head bump to a double-decker, I dare you.)
PS.: Very essenatial information for most people (sarcasm alert) – the photography is taken with my brand new again-older-than-me lens I’ve purchased on eBay. Smc Pentax-M 28mm, f/2.8. On DSLR not really a wide angle, but I’m learning to co-op with it. And I’m starting to love it as my new-old 50mm. God bless Pentax for making cameras able to mount very old lenses on very new bodies!
Yeah. I won the fight with my laziness (and migraines) and actually took my butt outta the pit of our house, to take Dori on a walk, and we decided to go to the sea. No big traveling, just 20 minutes by metro to the seaside.
Due to early hours of the day (at least for Britain) and the fact it was Monday, most of the places were empty – best time of day for me, personally.
We had some fun on the beach, Dori exploring something quite new for her (and she started to like the waves too much, for the weather it was, I say), me just having fun with camera after a while I didn’t take any pictures at all. Wasn’t in the right mood for that, I guess.
The internet service provider for a big part of Britain has a widely spread advertisement: Powerful Stuff.
It promises broadband of nice download limits (we personally pay for XL package, supposedly 20Mb which we never got, but, oh well), nice upload, TV and phone line; package of powerful stuff.
We bought it – and started to use XL package, 20Mb download, not so bad fair user policy.
Virgin was serving ok for nearly two years. Occasional problems with lag usually solved in few hours.
When a problem occurred, Virgin has shown it’s real face.
Crap support, crap service, crap excuses.
Our internet connection is literally worse than dial-up for about a month already. It randomly even disconnects, just for sure. Pings to close servers end up in time outs mostly. When they manage to go through, the show catastrophic numbers of 1000+ ping within the island, package loss in most of the cases over 10%.
First call, maintenance.
When the imaginative maintenance of some incompetent support member passed by and our internet still sucked, we gave them a second call.
Second call, too much students in the area.
Yeah, right. And last year Newcastle didn’t have a student in town. Bull-poo. If you can’t have a server which can support enough people on 20Mb per household, don’t offer it! That is suable false advertisement and cancellation is for free. Because you fail to deliver something you agreed to provide in the contract. We pay money, you give us service. Not like now – we pay money and you messed up, but you won’t admit it.
Third call was already clear – just another bull-poo about another imaginative maintenance to shut us up, the usual round of making excuses about our end of line (trace route show else, you stupid *bleep*).
Fourth call will be only for one purpose.
We are changing ISP.