You Tripped at Every Step

The sound you can hear is my brain tearing. It has dawned on me that in order to keep up with the cool kids I will have to spend several hours a day every day for the rest of my life maintaining my technology. At the moment this is not an appealing prospect. Tasks on the list at the moment include, in no particular order:

• See if I can find a copy of the bi-archive pages. Decide whether to try to put it up again or let it rot.


• Change the directory structure of my web pages back to what it was. Because I have Done It Wrong this means going in and changing a lot of fsking links by hand.


• Mail Paul details of the new pages so he can forward the old pages


• Change the email address on every single page, also by hand, and display the new one in such a way that I don't get spammed into Catatonia (which I believe is somewhere beyond Timbuktu).


• Find out if I have access to the logs, and decide whether I can be arsed looking at them.


• Learn how to turn documents into Documents to go and get some onto the Treo


• Start collecting my logins and passwords and get them onto the Treo. Decide whether to pay the $9.95 to get the upgraded version of SplashID which actually allows you to synch this data, or whether to see them in Hell first.


• Connect the charger to the syncing cable for the Treo, which requires finding another non-existent socket under my desk.


• Get Neil's computer onto first the desk, and then, somewhat harder onto the Internet.


• Get rid of up to threetwo old computers. At the moment I am tempted to throw them out of the window onto Sp00ky kids.


• Find time to sit down with the Treo and work out how to access the Interweb


• Get some friendly geek to help me install a Firewire card in my new PC. This scares me because it involves taking the lid off of a box that miraculously works. Haul my tunes from work to home and start syncing the Pod at home instead of work.

There's bound to be more, but this is enough.