Why hello, Mr. FTP, please kill yourself.

Wait no, please don’t kill yourself. In fact…do not do anything at all, please please please.

I am really dancing around in the fail this week. Recently (read: today) I took a gander at upgrading to Wordpress 2.5.1. Why? Because the constant bar of “Your Wordpress is out of date. Please upgrade now!” was beginning to piss me off, and I like to see if there’s any difference in the versions; in hindsight, I should’ve just stayed with 2.5 and avoided the fact that I decided to manually attempt to upgrade my WP, only to find that something was missing during my FTP transfers and whatnot. Cue 487464359 “fatal errors”, all of which apparently went poof when I tried things a second time. Then I remember I have the Automatic Upgrade plugin. Fail. Then I login. Everything seems fine. Except…wait…go back to the main blog page.

WHY THE HELL ARE SOME OF MY ENTRIES NOT THERE?

I MEAN COME ON, WTF? This really isn’t my week. *waves complaint flag* Hi. I’d like to exchange this week for a good week I had some time ago, while I was still yet to enter the thick of university life and I spent more time sleeping than I did awake on most days.

On a brighter note, I got tipsy at uni today, handed in my Australia and the World essay, and then went to dancing class. No. More. Assessments. To. Worry. About. For the next fortnight. Meanwhile, hands up who can tell me what happens when an anorexic-looking Asian attempts to be nimble with his feet while being under the influence?

I’m going to be away for the next…week or so. Partly because I’m getting more shit piled on my plate (read: training for State Championships), and partly because I’m wary of my little Wordpress here. Let’s see how long it takes before something happens to this entry, shall we? Fail. Comments are off for this entry while I go off to spend a week and a bit having my shins and feet raped with pain, all for a sport (for yes, Irish dance is a sport, as much as a tomato is a fruit…alright, that made more sense in my mind.) I love.

’cause I can’t stand annoyances…

…and it’s cold here at the moment, even if it’s early autumn. But that’s beside the point. Having just upgraded to WP 2.5, I have to say the admin panel looks a hell of a lot easier on the eyes; light colours, simple fonts, nothing eye-gouging. Which is what I like in a user interface, except for the fact that, being the maladroit bum that I can be (usually at 3am when I decide to blog without a cup of coffee but with puffy red eyes), it’ll take me a while to get used to everything. Give me a few days and I’ll tinker obnoxiously around with it; if you randomly see a PHP fatal error, you can safely assume I completely screwed something over.

My foot is going well; it’s been just under a week since I pretty much stacked it cluelessly, and I can now walk with 80% of my weight placed on the instep of my foot — and the rest of it dispersed cautiously on the rest of the area — without either crying out in pain, grimacing, or hobbling over to the nearest chair or chair-like surface. It still does hurt a fair bit, though. With a dance competition looming on Sunday (you watch, I bet I’ll somehow jinx myself just before it), I hope it heals in time for me to at least squeeze a bit of practice in on Saturday night. SO! *claps hands together* Lesson of the week here: Don’t be an ignorant idiot and ignore that nagging bit of pain in your foot, because you could end up pulling a muscle and injuring tendons. I was going to post a photograph of my bandaged foot in all its glory, but I’m too lazy.

On a completely unrelated topic, has anyone else ever come across a person online who seems to act stupid just to get attention? (Alright, that may be a defunct question, but anyway.) I’m talking more than just your average image of stupid. It baffles me why people would consistently fall back on a charade of idiocy, and then turn around in another circumstance and attempt to seem intelligent. Take the following, no doubt enlightening conversation I had with a few acquaintances a few days ago, about the definition of an “Asian” (for the sake of this demonstration, let’s call her ???):

???: aisian to me is chinese and japanese. i’ve never heard of india being asian. Oo
Friend 1: I’m pakistani, so when people say asian, I think india and around there. since it is in asia isn’t it?
???: i should have said chinese, japanese, etc. because of umm… north and south korea? and i don’t think india is in asia. …is it?
Me: Anyone within this thread who thinks that India is NOT in Asia, ask yourselves… Did you pass third-grade Geography?
???: so wait. india IS in asia?
Me & Friend 1: Yeah. It’s in Asia.
Friend 2: Where else would India be if it wasn’t in Asia?
???: europe? it’d be in europe!
Me: …you didn’t just say Europe, did you?
Friend 3: Right, get an atlas out.

Keeping in mind that this is the same person who likes to brag about how one of her IQ tests resulted in 75, and enjoys talking about inventing warm ice (no, really), Tom Welling, how thick her hair is on a daily basis, and how she plans, in the seven months that there are left before she turns 17, to elevate her IQ by at least ten points. Really, there’s only so much of this crap you can take before it stops getting lulzy and starts to get really. bloody. irritating.

Does anyone else see a total headdesk pattern going on here?

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