Long ago (at least in blog years, which means months or minutes ago) I declaimed on the temporary, ephemeral, and transitory nature of blogging. Like anything else.
Then, a few moments ago, I had a scare to underscore that fear.
The whole blasted blog was missing.
Internal Error 550. Sounds like a punk band. Or a security alert. Or spiritual malaise of the lowest order. Take your pick.
I had been told to back it all up on Word or something but didn't exactly know how. (Still don't.)
Joseph Heller began his book "Something Happened" with a line that went something like:
"I get the willies when I see closed doors."
Well, I get the willies when I see my blog missing, gone, kaput, ejected, white space, vanished.
I didn't know we had become so attached. I didn't know I was so poor at practicing detachment.
I'll sleep fitfully.
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7 comments:
hmmm...you gave me some food for thought. Never thought to back up my blog writing.
If only I could come up with something worth saving.
I just copy and paste each post into Word. That way, I have a back-up of the content at least. Was advised to do this because of Blogger's temperamental nature. I'm glad, for once, I listened to good advice.
Puss
I love Internal Error 550. I bought a tee shirt at their show.
glad you-re back in the bloggin biz
and i got that eror before - actually it's quite a friendly error...very nice and polite..not bad words or nothing
smile
That happened to me too. I just keep all the code in the template thing in Word or the Notepad.
You have a blog??????
Where????
Peace
God, I hate Internal Error 550. I want to TP its house. The number of times that damned thing has scared me...
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