On critical data, the blond factor, and painting the air blue ...

It's Gone? #@&!$

First of all, I'll apologize to my fellow fairheaded friends who may find the comment an afront, but I am having one major blond day today.

It seems I must always learn things the hard way.  I have a bulletin board in my office in Second Life.  It's entirely too cluttered, but has been a saving grace in killing all the little scraps of paper and notes on the back of napkins that have been cluttering my first life desk for sometime.  It's nice to be able to click the virtual bulletin board and tuck a note in on the fly.  Problem: if you rely on only that, you might as well bend over and kiss your gluteus maximus goodbye.

I just walked into the office and it was gone.  All of it.  The board, the notes, everything in them.  (This is the part where you say, "but Sue, as a computer columnist who indignantly preaches the urgency of back-up ..." )  I know.  What was I thinking?

With the asshat server coughing up blood several times a day anymore, and the continuous loss of objects from both the SIM and inventory, you'd think I would have made a religion out of putting the contents of these little mcnuggets into an offline source.  This is in fact why I've been working on SmartFile v.1.7 ... drop a notecard in and it reads it and dynamically stores it to my web db for both backup and easier search and retrieval.  Alas, another project half done, and a lesson tonight about why I need to make this one a priority.

I cannot believe how much critical information I've lost, and just how many naughty words I still remember how to wield like a saber when provoked.  The air is indeed blue.  Good thing I'm alone in the office tonight ...

Of course I discover this in the middle of a self-created programming crises, trying to save prim space with my auto-rezzer only to discover the trees inside are still counting against the prim limit in spite of being temp on rez.  Not only have I managed to fill the server up, but have caused some seriously ugly latency issues both client side and at the sim level of course.

~bashing head against the wall repeatedly~

I love my job, I love my job, I love my job ...

[Slinking back in, tail between legs, removing foot from mouth long enough to share ... confessional: my partner, Baron, created a large new space for us today in order to expand our office and file rooms, along with a studio for promo shots. As part of this wonderful little gift, he had also been kind enough to begin moving my things down into it before he had to leave this evening.  One of them?  My bulletin board ~sheepish grin~  So, chalk this up to a learning experience (must back up critical info!) with a redemptive tail (uh, I didn't really lose it after all ... -this- time).  Sneaking back out the door, crossing myself on the way ...]