Self-aggrandizement meets self-deprecation

It never ceases to amaze me how the Universe seems to balance stuff out. Well, most stuff; there’s the question of why I haven’t been handed a bag full of money by a random stranger yet since I’ve handed plenty of money to random cashiers, but I guess that’s a different post.

Anyway, yesterday was a Red Letter Day for Puddintopia. My wife, who I might have mentioned once or twice, posted a link to the entry about the Mini-Puddinette’s birthday for her facebook friends and to a couple of family-related sites she frequents. We were positively popular for 12 hours or so as a result. No, I’m not going to embarrass myself by telling you exactly how many visitors we had *cough* less than 100, *cough*, but I will tell you yesterday’s hit count it was 500% above the daily average.

Don’t worry, I’m still the loveable, humble Puddin you’ve all come to know, love, and mock. I’m sure all the fame won’t be giving me a big head or anything, especially since, like I said, there’s always the Zen balance. For example, to keep me appropriately meek and on an even keel, the Fates conspired to slap my web server around a bit today. When I woke up this morning, the damn thing was down, again. The Puddinette rebooted it, of course, because she is a good wife. Three hours later, though, guess what? Down again. I was flush with a clamoring horde of new readers, and my new fans were met with nothing but an ugly internet time-out when they pointed their browser my way. All day at work, helpless to correct the problem, I felt like I was standing up my prom date after begging her to go with me for weeks.

This is why the hot chicks don’t go out with nerds, by the way. Well, except in movies and on that show, Chuck, but that doesn’t count.

Anyway, so I’ve finally had enough. It’s time to do the dreaded server replacement. I ordered a fancy new hard drive this afternoon, and with luck it’ll arrive Friday, just in time to work on it this weekend. I’ve had the current machine since 2001, though, I expect replacing it is going to be messy. Divorces always are.

If only the Oompa Loompas were as reliable as the Cobbler’s Elves. It’d be nice to wake up one Saturday morning and find it done for me already. Do you think the elves have root access?

Important addendum: the two posts of Part XII represent the last of that piece of fiction I’ll be making available online. I’m going to finish it as a novel – and God willing – sell it to a publisher. If you want to read more, you’ll have to wait until I find someone willing to take a chance on printing it. Exceptions will be made, of course. My mother and mother-in-law will be receiving updates as they are written, since they are in a position to make my life Very Difficult should they so choose (I have 4 kids, I need free babysitting). Obviously the Puddinette will as well.

Would like to be kept up-to-date? I might be convinced to help you out. Indeed, bribes are always welcome.

For what it’s worth, I’ve added a progress bar to the front page of the blog, so those of you wanting to find out what happens next will at least know how much longer until I’m done. If you don’t see a few thousand words of progress every few days, I recommend kicking my ass. External motivation in the way of mockery is encouraged.


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