We here in tech land refer to certain problems as ID-ten-T issues. Most people know what that means. Replace the “ten” with the numeric value it represents: ID10T. I am the ID10T problem occasionally.
My blog had developed a tic and I was too lazy to track down the real cause and just fix it. It had undergone numerous transformations and upgrades and whosits and whatsits, and I decided the heck with it – I was going to just back the sucker up, uninstall the annoying problem child and reinstall nice and clean. I deal with issues substantially worse than this every single day so I did my backup and in the most blasé state of mind you can imagine, uninstalled the old WordPress files.
All was well. Install went smooth as silk.
Steeped in smugness, I went in to reload my content.
Ummm. No. My website extended its middle finger to me, waved it around a few times and danced a jig whilst insulting me out loud in four languages. It was doubly embarrassing since had I followed my first instinct nobody would’ve even known it was offline. Bleargh. At least it did restore, some 24 hours later, albeit minus pictures. (No big deal there, though if I do another such restoral I’m going to know to back up the media folder too.) I’m going to swap out my theme here sooner or later. Just too tired to give a royal crap about it tonight.