Blackmail.
It really is the only way to go about it. I just found the previous version that I had update-erased accidentally. My plan in case that had failed was to simply recreate the update names and riposte the graphics, and to hell with what Kaz has to say about his creations.
Here's how such a thing could happen: Wednesday night, between this, that, and the other thing, I forget to unhook my portable hard drive from my computer at home. Thursday I am compelled by cosmic forces to write words for a website, and do so alongside excellent graphical representation, now once again seen below. Si photogenique, n'est pas? So what am I to do without my portable hard drive, wherein the physical internet of my website is cloistered? Well, easy.
Use copy protocol to snag a current version from the server, make changes and upload again, like I train IT professors to do (yes I've decided to take yesterday's example as an excuse to promote my own greatness rather than complain about others' incompetence). Naturally, when I get home, I correct the portadrive problem by stowing it away posthaste. Weekend days come around, and I wish to edit the headlines again, and no need to connect up the drive again because I know it has an old version on it (by a single entry), so I use the same trick again, even posting an image I thought to make on the fly (this time with paint.NET because I lack photoshoppe on my home computer right now, piracy ensues), post it, done.
Then a day passes wherein my mind is blasted between multiple mystical queries and secret ninja training, which is unusually strenuous. While I'm working on making the mystical stuff hurt my mind less, this time around it was enough to make me stupid about updating my site on Monday.
Monday I get to work, with the portadrive, overhaul the structure, and post right from there, and would you like to replace this file with this one? Yes. Poof.
Oops. Good thing I had that backup on my computer at home, or some valuable text could have been lost.
Hah.
Anyway, for today, I'll be puzzling out how to extort information from people close to me without them knowing. I'm pretty sure that the targets I have do not read my website, so I don't mind spoiling it to the rest of you lot. I always wondered what motivated people in mystery novels and stuff to extort others in the first place. A lot of what the murderer does makes perfect logical sense given the initial act of blackmailing someone. I figured I'd give it a try. A man is supposed to be able to do a lot of things, so why not give murder mystery intrigue a try?
In fact I already conducted the interrogation on the subject in question: the terminal in front of me. I know it is a different take on blackmail, but there you have it. And though you may complain about my going after the inanimate, I present to you the outcome of my attempt:
All I can tell you is that I was blackmailing the computer at the time, and that this is a screen capture, unaltered. If any of you can tell me the cause of this error message, please call my Unsolved Mysteries hotline, where Ultra Magnus is standing by, waiting to open the autobot matrix and light our darkest hour, and also waiting to take your call, I suppose.
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