Well, I crashed.
For those of you who follow me, or know me at all, this comes as no real surprise. I’m a “let’s see what this does” kinda guy and, sometimes, “what this does” is destroy everything.
I destroyed everything.
A minor update locked me out of my Dashboard. Any reasonable human being would have called tech support, waited 4 hours in queue, and had some techie on the other side of the world do something magical to restore the site. But not Tom. Tom’s got wrenches. So, I went to work. Hell, I went so far as to move my domain to another location to see if I had easier access to the doodads that control the thingamajigs.
Then I found my backup files.
You know how this ends, right? Say it with me: “the backup files are incompatible with the new domain location.” Well, of course they are. And to top it off?
“It is only possible to transfer a domain [again] after 60 days after the registration date. This 60 day lock is required by the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers (ICANN) and cannot be waived.”
So my entire history is temporarily out of sync with this reality. Ah well.
I suppose that is why I became a “let’s see what this does” kinda guy in the first place, because I’m incredibly in tune with the emotion “Ah well.”
C’est la vie, as they say.
We’ll deal with the archives later. In the meantime, welcome to tombeingtom.com redux, or Tom Marches On as I like to call it. What will I do differently? How will I differentiate this from before? How many ways can I use words like differentiable in a sentence?
That’s probably enough.
So let’s get to what I hope Tom Marches On is all about.
I hope it’s cool with you, because you’re here to see it. I hope it doesn’t crash, because sustainability of existence is important in an orderly sphere. And we all hope it’s short, because we know how longwinded I get.
Consequently, here’s the plan:
I want to be succinct. Shorter, timelier, and perhaps more frequent musings. I want you to drop in, say “good show,” and pop out to go about your day. Definitely, I don’t want you afraid to click in because of my verbosity.
What it won’t be is a change in me. I’ll tell you all about me, my wife, my dogs, my football team, my party peeps, my political hopes, my personal growth, your personal growth, and how love and tolerance make the world a better place. All that will still be here.
Only shorter. If possible.
And when those archives return, or I find a place for them, I’ll let you know so you can go back and remind yourself how loquacious and obstinate I can be. You remember Tom, right?
Well, Tom is back.
Tom marches on.