It's not bloody rocket science...

My regular reader(s) - Hi Cristian! - may have noticed that after a gap of a couple of weeks I am now posting again to a brand new blog site.
That's because I couldn't figure out how the old one worked, and after keeping it up and running for a week or so, which required an act of commitment and concentration akin to balancing a broomstick on my nose, I managed to lock myself out.
Then, after asking all the nerds and techies I know how to interpret the arcane help files I was poring over in the wee smile hours of the morning, I gave up. They could make no more sense of instructions such as the following than I could:

If you have disabled the login block on your site you can log in to the site by going to http://www.example.com/?q=user (or you may also use http://www.example.com/user if you have clean urls enabled, the one with ?= will always work.)

I mean, do you know what '?q' is?
And whether words like 'example' and 'user' should be written as 'example' and 'user', or substituted with examples and user names of my own?
And do I have clean urls? Do you?

But by an act of serendipity I discovered http://www.blogger.com/ What elegant simplicity! I had the new blogsite up and running within five minutes, and duplicating the old one within an hour.

Which just goes to show that blogging, like anything else we mere mortals might wish to accomplish on a PC, just ain't rocket science. Nor need it be.

I can still remember when I was young... (OK, chaps, I'll spill the beans - I'm talking the mid-seventies here) and getting to university to meet this guy-with-a-tie in freshers' week (Hey, are you still out there, my friend...? Hi Julian!), who told me he was studying Computer Science, as they called IT back then.
'What's that?'
By which I meant, what's a computer? (Listen, I didn't read Sci Fi, right?)
'Well, it's a big room with lots of electronic equipment in it...' began the explanation.
And when I graduated I still didn't know what it was for.
However, I'd seen one - Julian had surreptitiously snuck my in there one winter evening - and the University of Kent was one of only a handful (three, I think) of universities in the country to have such a Room; and I knew that Computer Scientists spoke arcane languages, were mathmatical geniuses, drank lager instead of beer (with the addition of fruit cordials, to cap it all) and ate microwaved Christmas puddings all the the year round... (hey, are you still doing that, Julian?).
In other words you had to be somebody pretty damn special to get near a computer.
But for heavens sake, this is the third millenium, and my dear old mum uses a computer these days to microwave her own Christmas pudding, and no one needs Basic, Argol, or any of those other arcane codes...
Yet just too often you can come across those nerdie computer scientists of yesteryear hankering for the times when they alone knew all the secrets. That's why you may still find 'online communities' peddling rocket science. And if you do run into them - if you come across any instructions on the net, or attached to a piece of software, more complicated than Username, Password, Click - well, you know where the Delete key is, don't you?