It all started when I went to a discount store to buy some lamps. I always need some lamps. Just as I expected, by the time I went there, there was nothing left. You better get up early if you’re shopping in the USSR, and I’m not a morning guy. Since I had the car, I went to a decoration store I had wanted to visit for a while. And that’s when it happened: 118 €, most of it for crap you’ll see in an upcoming photolog post — not to mention the visit to cheap clothing stores.

And what do I find when I get back home? The server is dead. Web crashes, ssh doesn’t respond, FTP and telnet work but I can’t find a telnet-enabled account, and it’s too late to contact the hotline. We’ll see tomorrow, maybe the techs will have solved the problem first time in the morning, and Kerry will be president of the world.

Yeah, right. So, the next day, I saw what you know. Americans really are that dumb (not a surprise, but now people will have some trouble saying otherwise), and our hosting company’s tech support isn’t helpful at all (not a surprise either, that’s why they’re cheap, but still: 24 hours to reboot a machine, when it’s supposed to be automatic from the web-based manager, that’s a bit excessive).

But it all ends well: as we wait for the nuclear apocalypse (and here’s to hoping they attack France soon, so I don’t have to help my father move in a few days), all our sites now live on the machine we already used as a database server. I’m not sure it’s beneficial (the machine is more powerful, but MySQL isn’t on a separate server anymore), but it’s not like we really have a choice.