I spent the past week or so trying to figure out how best to move this blog from one host to another. There are some pretty straightforward tools, and if everything had worked perfectly, it would have been no sweat. It’s not brain surgery. There should have been sparkles and flowers and bunnies waiting for me on the other side.
But you know, when does anything go perfectly? This site has 600 something posts and 1000 something photos. And while the site have been operating fine for over two years, I had database trouble a long time ago that I guess didn’t go away. So when I picked everything up to move it over to my new host, not everything wanted to come. Say, all of my photos from 2008 and parts of 2009. So I moved them over separately.
But then the links to the media were wonky in all the posts from that era. I’m not sure why. So I fixed them one by one. But then the links in 2010 and 2011 started to get wonky too. I’m not sure why. So I fixed them too.
I was amazed by my capacity to sit for hours and plow through a boring, repetitive task. Holy crap, I can be good at that. Brainless, meditative, endless. It was like a seek and destroy mission through 600 something posts. I kept at it until my eyes were swimming on the screen and the muscles in my back felt like a sickly, depleted wasteland. It was just like having a job again.
Perhaps someone knowledgeable could have peeked at the inner workings of the database and said “Ah! There’s your problem!” And pulled out a wire-chewing squirrel or something. Maybe it could be fixed once and for all. Because I’m certain that at some point in the future, this will come back and bite me in the ass again.
After all that work, all that hassle, all the sweat and tears and gnashing of teeth…the site looks exactly the same. Which is the point, I guess. But after all that, I feel like I should have gotten a prize at the end. Like a new car or something. Or at least a toaster.