I locked myself out of my blog. I want to say it was for weeks, which is why I am so bad at posting things at regular intervals like I used to do when I was young and carefree and involuntarily unemployed.
But it was actually just for a day. 16 hours or so, honestly. I made the major mistake of logging out to see if maybe, turning my blog off and then turning it back on again might fix some issues I’ve been having. (Spoiler alert: it didn’t — and as I wrote this sentence the “Updating failed. The response is not a valid JSON response.” error message popped up in a big red pop-up that likes to annoy me regularly — no idea what it means. I tried Googling and it felt like I was reading another language, and my blog still works, albeit badly at times, so I just kinda go with it).
I digress (I don’t actually know what that means, but I like to say it because it sounds fancy. This often results in me saying stupid stuff that doesn’t make sense. Like I really want to use the word swarthy to describe myself because in my head it means awkward [because that’s how Tula referred to herself as a child in My Big Fat Greek Wedding], but in reality, it means dark complexion or weathered by the sun. And I am none of those things).
So I logged out of my blog to fix a thing I didn’t fix, and then couldn’t remember the password to get back in. Never fear, I thought: I’ll just order a fresh password like I always do (and let me tell you, if you do this enough, you can eventually come back to the first password you forgot forever ago and never forget your bank password again). So I said, “hey WordPress, email me a link to a temporary password or something” — I just clicked a button, so most of that was implied. And the email never came.
And then I came across a different email and fell down a random rabbit hole of I don’t remember what, and then my laptop was running out of battery, so I had to go plug it back in. And my phone was running out of battery, and I had to go plug that in. And then my back was running out of battery, so I had to go lay down on it and recharge. And while I did that, I went back to read a few more chapters of Jenny Lawson’s latest book about being broken, and while I am not the same kind of broken, it really resonated because I am also broken in the best possible way and I feel a kinship to her (and also, we’re best friends, and she said I could say this on Twitter, so I will say it whenever I darn well feel) even though I am a devout extrovert and she is a fully practicing introvert and we are of two completely different minds in the religion of socialization. But I collect introverts, as you may already know, and we’re best friends on the internet, which [I think] is Jenny’s favorite type of best friend. And so I was laughing so hard that Brian came in later, looked at what I was reading, and was all, “Oh. Got it. That’s why you were laughing like a damn hyena.” He remembers the time I read Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (and he does not pretend it never happened, by the way).
That is EXACTLY how that works. The meeting irl isn’t even necessary. If you’re reading this we’re friends. https://t.co/OBxtfxldai— Jenny Lawson (@TheBloggess) April 12, 2021
My brain is running faster than I can type this morning, so bear (bare?) with me here.
[20 minutes of a Google rabbit hole later] Oh hey! The logging out DID fix one of my issues. I can use Elementor again (I realize that means very little to a majority of you. It means very little to me except that it allows me to put those cute little recommended post links at the bottom of this post and makes it easier to edit my blog posts and see what I’m doing and how terribly I’m rambling today). So, you know, there’s something to be said for that.
I swear I have a point, but at this point, I’m not sure it’s even worth getting to, because it was all about the journey, and this morning’s [afternoon’s] rambles have been a motherfucking journey if I don’t say so myself. But I did, so you don’t have to worry about saying so yourself.
Basically, I never received the email from WordPress to reset my password. I remember thinking to look in my spam folder, but then I promptly forgot about it and never wrote the blog post that was in my head yesterday. Maybe I can punch that one out next.
So I requested another password reset email and this time, I was on the ball and went straight to my spam. But of course, I couldn’t just snag the email and go. I had to linger in the spam folder and peruse what Google thinks is garbage. And I found gold.
I received an email from Mike with the subject: “germ killing robots” and obviously, I was intrigued and like, well that can’t be spam, because germ-killing robots sound awesome.
Good Day,chrissy @ quirkychrissy . com (I added spaces, but I did not remove spaces or change capitalizations here. Do with that knowledge as you will).
germ killing robots
Intelligent Sterilization Robot
Please reply us email.
we will send you more information
Best and regards!
I have replied to Mike and am awaiting more information. Well played, Mike. Well played.
I also (clearly) was able to reset my password — even though WordPress was all, “Hey dummy, that is too easy of a password, click here to confirm that you know it’s an easy password.” And I clicked there because a not-easy password was what got us here in the first place.
TL;DR I think I should probably talk to a medical professional about my undiagnosed ADHD. Also, how can I get my hands on some germ-killing robots? Asking for a friend.
I digress: germ-killing robots and my BFF, Jenny Lawson
I locked myself out of my blog. I want to say it was for weeks, which is why I am so bad at posting things
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