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... the SWG poised to tumble into the Great Internet Rubbish Bin and disappear without a sound.

Seriously, this afternoon delivered the biggest SWG-related fright I've had since the site went live some years ago. Even more than the time that I deleted all of the challenges by accident (and Rhapsody--may the muses smile upon her!--had to restore them for me). Murphy likes to mess with my life, which is neither unique to me nor news to anyone here. I came home from work this afternoon, sat with Bobby for a few minutes, and then checked my email for the first time because of my rather odd day at work (the subject of another post). The first subject heading to grab my attention:


Eek, much?? :^S

Back in September, I got an email that the SWG account would expire in one month. I had the option to renew it then or wait for it to auto-renew in October. Bobby and I talked about it, and we decided that since we were getting ready to travel overseas, it would be wiser to wait until October.

So in the flurry of trip preparations and schoolwork and keeping caught up at work, I gladly forgot about it and trusted it to "auto-renew."

What I had forgotten was that the domain was registered two years ago, and the credit card that was used has since expired, so when the auto-renew was attempted, it failed, and the site was shut down.

I was sent an email informing me that the host had done me the favor of keeping our data ... for 24 hours. Then it would be gone.

Normally, this would not be so much of a problem. I was sent the email at 5 am; I usually sneak a look at the website by 10 am at the latest and could have taken care of it before most of our American members, at least, would even know the site was down. Of course, Murphy being what he is, yesterday was the day that I had been asked to help with scenarios at work, so while I normally could have been renewing the site, I was waving an assault rifle at my coworker and calling him obscenities. The scenarios ran all day, so by the time I got the email (as well as numerous emails from SWG members and one email from a manager at our host, who had apparently been trying to frantically call me all day to find out what was wrong) the SWG had only twelve hours left before annihilation!

Perhaps it seems melodramatic to look back on that with a touch of terror, but this is a site that I and countless others have put hours of work into over the course of the last three years, so even the thought of the site going into the Great Internet Rubbish Bin sends my heart racing.

The good news is that I renewed the site immediately upon getting the message, and we were up and running again in minutes. A close call ... too close!

The other good news is that, even if the site had gone kaput, I keep all of the files carefully backed up and Rhapsody, who has been acting as webmaster on the archive for some months now, does wonderfully for backing up the database, so we could have restored the site to its original splendor ... but neither of us really has the time right now for that kind of effort.

In all, it was a lesson learned in not trusting auto-renew when the fate of my biggest web project is at stake!

Howdy, Murphy

Apr. 26th, 2008 09:49 am
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Murphy has been having fun with me lately.

A few weeks ago, I posted about our outing to see Stars on Ice. Well, that morning, Bobby had complained of a scratchy throat. We chalked it up to spring in Carroll County and allergies. By the car ride home from the show that night, he was running a fever and chilled and achy.

For the next two weeks, our family would basically be immobilized by this little virus. First Bobby had it, and it put him out for about a week. Then, right as he was recovering, lo! I got it, and I was out of work for three of five days.

This threw a serious wrench into the cogs of multiple plans. We missed SCA, gaming, and a ballroom dance we were supposed to go to. It sucked.

Well, we're all recovered now. So yesterday, we decide we want to kick off the hiking season by taking a stroll with the Goldens in the Charlotte's Quest Nature Center right here in Manchester. We crest a hill and there is a most lovely pond, and I'm so absorbed in looking at the tender spring leaves reflected in its dark waters that I step right off of the path and into a ditch and twist my ankle.


I also scraped up my elbow, wrist, hands, and leg in the fall. I went down like a sack of cement. The only good thing was the my mind had wandered so far that I was about a half-inch from the ground before I realized, "Oh. I fell down," 'cause otherwise I might have hurt my wrists too, trying to catch myself, and would have been scraped up worse than I am, which isn't too bad, all things considered.

Bobby was most impressed that I never let go of Lancelot's leash all during the fall.

I finally got to go back to SCA last night. And Master Tristan had found a good piece for me to work on for my first official illumination. Unfortunately, I will have to remove the miniature painting of the guy being flayed alive before I can stand to look at it without passing out.

Howdy, Murphy.

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