For numbers, for complicated passwords, for remembering how to tie my laces .. I thought I was set.

Unimportant facts drawn from dusty fantasy books in water-damaged carboard boxes at the back corner of old bookshops. Yo.

Living through the memory of equipping that first augmentation in Deus Ex, of taking down an entire level with the mini-crossbow, of trying so very hard to take down Gunther. Aye.

For my desktop and laptop I had used the same semi-complicated password that contained all sorts of characters (a hash, and possible a colon). I had used them for at least six months, I think more (since the upgrade to Windows 7 64 bit.

Two nights ago I was absolutely embedded in code and development process that I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing when logging in. Not one bit. Not even to glance at the keyboard a tiny little bit.

And all of sudden, after restarting my laptop, I couldn’t log in. My fingers didn’t remember the exact pattern. My brain didn’t remember the characters I’d so carefully gone over and over again and again.

GONE.

This scared me. I’ve known for a few years that my body is gradually wearing down, even at the youthful almost-mid-thirties that I’m currently experiencing, chronologically-wise.

But my memory! Hasn’t that at least got a few decades before it starts to go?

Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths. Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the LORD, and turn away from evil. It will be healing to your flesh and refreshment to your bones. Proverbs 3:5-8

Cut to the heart. At some point, my joy in being able to remember things had altered my perspective away from the clear Word of the Almighty.

Be not wise in your own eyes. Ouch.

It’s been a long time.

Since a lot of things. Like blogging. Like knowing what is going on with my web presence. Like caring about it all.

What galvanised me was that my sites, all of them hosted in one place, started getting Google offside.

“Huh? What buffoonery is this?” I would ask myself as the emails flooded in.

I was told it was because my WordPress installs weren’t up to date. Some of them weren’t. But some of them were. I believe it’s called hacking, and not the nice Angelina+Johnny kind.

Space Office Fight is potentially unsafe. What? No? Not my game development expertise that will land me a high-paid gig with Blizzard? This cannot be!

The Plastic Detectives might be not safe. What? Who dares blemish the sanctuary of that wonderful piece of film that my progeny, wife and I created? This will not stand!

Galvanised into action, a raging fire in my belly, I thought it’d be a simple issue. Just swap them all over.

Ahhh, but how? What do you do?

Easy. You take one cup of initiative (read: paying 9 dollhairs a month for australian web hosting with unlimited addon domains). You mix it with a liter of hard work (creating all the emails, changing the dns records). And then you add a layer of icing on the top (Forwarding all urls to this one).

There you have it. A cake, or roast dinner, or .. Mmmm. It’s too late at night to be thinking about roast.

And so, I begin again. After having way too many sites, and finally working within a position that engages me to the point of my creativity being channeled completely into it, it’s too much.

I plan to gradually put up all the “content” from the past few years. Not posts. But things like the Games, the Movies, the Songs. And maybe the Stories. A few Youtube video links.

Plan. We’ll see.