This post was initially planned for January, then the blog restarted on February therefore my dense backlog of articles and things to do postponed it at the end of March. It happens, when you are erratic and discipline-less like me, and it doesn’t matter anyway: the post topic, ie my will to fill 2013 with many nice retro-video games and above all to play them all, is still valid for another 9 months at least.
A log time ago, in a country far away placed at the center of the Mediterranean Sea, there were three different animal breeds: the wolves, the donkeys and the sheep. The sheep were the majority, 60 million docile and obedient specimens always in search of a shepherd to entrust with the administration of the entire national herd. Differently than the sheep, the wolves were a puny minority that just wanted to devour, consume, exploit the sheep and the country resources to eternally secure the status of superior beasts.
Like the nachzehrer which lives a half rotten life chewing its own shroud in the grave, during the last six months Sir Arthur’s Den has been a half-dead blog - no “status update” or new post, but a non-stop attention by the owner to static management of the (few) legit comments and the (too many!) spam comments collected daily by Defensio quarantine. As 2012 comes, Sir Arthur has finally decided to come out of the grave - shroud or not - and try to put his hands on these pages again hoping to succeed.
This clearly is a shock period for me, because after the bad, bad event of the dead hard disk I also have to deal with the leaving (already of public domain since) of De Andreis brothers from the lead of Punto Informatico, that is the news site I daily write some nonsense for and what’s more being paid for the service The site has changed ownership since October 2008 going from De Andreis Editore to Edizioni Master, but at least for a while things have been the same as usual - ie every day there was a mail from Paolo (De Andreis) to wait for me with the indication of things to do inside.
System restore after the hard disk death is proceeding slowly as expected, currently I am at around 45% (…) but luckily I’m starting to see a less vague profile within the installed applications and everything. What are the basic components to make you feel at home on any Windows system? Anyone has his own, personally I’m fond of (among the others) the three things depicted by the following screenshots.
It always happens so, you get the blow when you expect it the less, the latest backup dated back to half and a month ago and you end up facing the little comfortable situation in which you have to restart from the beginning with a new hardware, a new operating system with its pros and cons, the software - all the software - to reinstall and so on. Two Fridays ago my laptop’s hard disk decided to leave me for good, in the evening I had turned it off as usual and the following morning I was welcomed by a very little encouraging error message informing me about the the impossibility to load the system registry Hives in memory.
One year ago, a month more or a month less, Sir Arthur’s Den was born. At that time I wasn’t fully aware of what could mean to manage a blog in two languages, to have to update the back end code every few months and to deal with DDoS-alike traffic peaks on an hosting service sold as a “premium” one but that clearly is worth just the few bucks it costs. The webmastering experience was zero but the desire to manage a personal project largely compensated the lack of familiarity with WordPress and its issues.
One thing I have learnt in the last years is that there is no meaning in being amazed for what happens in your life, because if you change perspective once this doesn’t mean you won’t have to do so again in the future. After having spent the last two years in Bologna, the past Saturday I’ve relocated once again in my parents’ house in Montesarchio, a pleasant little town in Campania that I have never particularly liked and in which I had already spent the previous 30 years.
If there’s a defect that have always profoundly conditioned my life it is undoubtedly the almost supernatural ability to choose the most twisted way to face a problem or a situation. A girl says to me she’s in love with someone other? I profess her my unconditional love for life. My father has retired and his company needs a new storekeeper? I leave and come to Bologna to go hungry in search for something that very probably doesn’t even exist.