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h is for "how the hell did that happen?"

some days you are the jackhammer and some days you are the sidewalk...

i was just in the process of posting my latest update to the shopping my cosmetic stash by letter page when i had a little error. i entered everything for letter "h" and then, when i pressed "publish", i got an error message.

i was annoyed at having to retype what i'd just done, but i figured that, since i'd done it once, i could do it again and, after an appropriate time of feeling cranky and sorry for myself, i redid the work and, because i wanted to be very clever, i clicked "save as draft". this immediately took the entire page off line, since it reverted to draft status. although it's always a little surprising to see part of your page amputated, i understood what had happened.

the problem is, when i saved as a draft, it turns out only "a" and "b" were saved. i tried every method i could think of, eventually including the complete loser's method of clicking the "back" button in the hopes of turning back the inexorable movement of time, but no dice. whatever was saved as a draft, it was only a small portion of what i'd done. everything else is lost and i really have no idea how.

i suspect, because of the original error message, that blogger might be a bit glitchy tonight, but i'm not sure. maybe there's a reason why, when a page gets to a certain size, while you can continue to publish updates, not all of them will save.

however, the fact remains that what's done is gone and i'm not really feeling up to uploading all that stuff and rewriting the blurbs i did with them... i'm sure i'll come up with some other way to have fun with paints and such, but as far as this challenge is concerned, it seems i have proved that my alphabet will never have an "i" in it.

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Martin Rouge said…
I had a problem with Blogger last night; at some point it just wouldn't autosave anymore, so I ended up losing about an hour's worth of work, which was bloody annoying I must say. I think its a Blogger problem...

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