ONLY I could do this...
Being the conscientious student that I am, I finished, tonight, the discussion questions that are not technically due until Wednesday for my Survey of Modern and Contemporary Art class. So a posting we will go, right? Get it done early...... dazzle my profs....
(since I go to school online, our class "discussions" run much like bulletin board discussions do, and our participation is graded on what responses we post on the board from midnight to midnight (EST) on a particular day. All assignment are also scanned/photo'd/whatevered and posted on this partcular board for all to see..... anyway)
Question 1 posts without a hitch. Question 2 posts without a hitch. Question 3 posts with a monolithic hitch.
I had written this wonderfully long (as in the final paragraph begins with "I'm going somewhere with all of this, stick with me" type long) expressive constructive and outright DAMN good historically based discussive answer to this question.
I coped the answer into the body portion of the message. I changed the subject line to ______'s response to Q3. I click "post this message!"
I lift a brow really really high.
It seems that I have posted the body of my message into my subject line, meaning only the last two paragraphs show..... -in- the subject line. The body of the message is empty. I figured my browser was just being a pizbitch.
So I click on "main" to view the entire discussion. Everything that was supposed to be below my response on the board to Q3 is -gone-. Now there are -supposed- be about 30 posts in assorted threads below this particular one. There. Is. Nothing.
I kid you not! I couldn't even scroll that baaad motherfucker down.
I close down the browser, restart it all, and check again.
Something is definitely amiss!
And panic sets in.
Oh, yes, those cold prickly fingers of panic. How you claw and scratch! Latching onto my back like some mad monkey of doom! Chilling my blood and bones!
(ahem...... reading MSKs Molded Leather entry tonight got everyone excited about the upcoming Shakespear Festival/Ren Faire in our parts, and we're one step short of speaking in iambic pentameter. Now tell it with a little less drama....)
Dude, look who the fuck you're talking to..... *snap, swish, head swivel! (hey, if Leguizamo can do it, so can I)*
I don't know if it's just my machine. But if it's not, then nobody else will be able to get to anything below Q3! Nobody else can post or participate! WHY! *falls to knees* WHY OH GOD WHY!?
*smacks*
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So! 9:45 or thereabouts, I call Tech support, trying to get the problem fixed. The fiasco has not ended yet, my fair friends! It takes the guy five minutes to get my username and password to work (while I, on the other hand, am able to log in without a hitch several times). He's having the same problems..... so it's not just me. However I realize.
I, singlehandedly (or at least close) have crashed the class discussion board.
Only _I_ could do this, honestly. *dry look*
I was put on hold.... twice. And there wasn't even any music! Can you believe that? What the hell kind of support IS this that they don't even give you a snazzy radio station to listen to while they put you on hold (unless, of course, they don't expect people to fuck up THIS much and have to be put on hold, hm? *chuckle*). You see, that was the cool thing about Gateway. Even though I practically knew all the Techs because of the amount of problems I had, they at least had a cool Gateway Country radio station which played decent stuff. But OH no, not these guys. Sumbiches. And NOW he has to call me back. This was at 10. It's now 10:30. And I'm still waiting....
And this is only Monday!
*just gets the giggles all over again* You, my dear, are classic. Why couldn't you have broke MY discussion board? *sulks off to do her homework* [~ds]