Stupid shit. I want to upgrade to the new version of MovableType (the platform on which this blog is built/run) and while I’ve gotten through the bulk of it, I can’t get through the final steps.

Why?

Because I don’t know enough about UNIX shell programming. I managed to get the files onto my server and unpack the archive they’re bunched in. I ran the initial steps and was able to get to the Movable Type System Check page, which told me everything was in place and ready to go. All I need to do is configure my permissions. This is something my brother and his girlfriend have both taught me to do a few times so that I have some knowledge… but the problem here is that with this new upgrade, they’ve started using a different config file which I can’t find. If I can’t find my original, I can’t rename it or modify it. I’m hunting and searching the Movable Type forums for people experiencing the same problem… with no luck. I don’t want to bother my bro today, so I’ll just play with it over the next few days and, if nothing else, I’ll ask him next weekend.

It’s cold and rainy outside. Not cold enough to freeze or turn into snow, though. And not raining heavily enough to help me fall asleep. But we’ll see what I can do.

I’m reading Party of One: A Loner’s Manifesto currently and finding lots of quotable bits in there, too. It’s been another great self-realization type book since I’m learning that I’m not weird… I’m a loner. I’m not antisocial. Just a loner. And that there’s nothing wrong with me.

This is another one with many quotable bits. Here’s a segment from the chapter on friendship:

For some loners, a paucity of friends is a matter of time. There is simply too much to do alone, no time to spare. Shared time, while not entirely wasted if the sharer is a true friend, must be parceled out with care, like rationed flour. And time shared, even with friends, often requires loners to put in extra time alone, overtime, to recharge. It is a matter of energy: As a rule, loners have less for the social machinery, the talk and sympathy. Our fuel runs out. This is what nonloners don’t understand about us, what they cannot see. We do not choose to have such tiny fuel tanks. These can be quite inconvenient. They are why we seem rude, when we do, why we seem bored and often are. Spaced-out and often are. Running on empty.

Not heartless. Not unappreciative. Not fools. We know the rest of the world has big tanks. We know they don’t know.

So much goodness. There’s another segment about love that’s really good, but I’ll save that for tomorrow as to not quote half the book tonight.

Work tomorrow. And I have to leave early for physical therapy. Which reminds me - I need to do my evening set of exercises. I’ve been lax today and have only done them two of the five times I’m supposed to.