I noticed today that WordPress strongly recommended an upgrade, for security reasons. As I’ve been plagued with spam, I decided to upgrade. The thing is, my server has this fancy helpful interactive ftp doohickey for transferring files, but it’s not well suited to efficient updates of multitudes of files. It’s more of a one by one thing. So. I had to find another way, which meant learning whether an old fashioned ftp thingymajiggy like we used back when unix was the only thing available, and which worked great, by the way… That sentence ran on way too long for me to even attempt to figure out what I was trying to say… Anyway, I did find something called SmartFTP, and woohoo, it’s free! It works like A DREAM! Almost no learning curve necessary, and voila. My bazillion little files that make this fabulous WordPress blog run, are now updated with the latest and greatest.
We shall see if the spammers are inhibited. I’ve turned the comments feature back on.
Did I mention that during my upgrade, my very helpful sidekick, who loves buttons of any sort, pressed the power button on my computer Oh. Well. Slight interruption in the otherwise efficient process. And where was Mr. Gadget during this After all, I had told him that I needed to install an upgrade this evening. Did I need to spell out the translation that it would be nice if he could actually watch Mr. Busy Body for a few minutes.
Husbands. Sigh. It’s not as though I work full time myself. Or change thirty diapers to his one. Or prepare all the meals. Or do all the laundry. Or put it all away. Or anything like that. I’m a woman. These are my jobs.
Duh.