Today I tried an upgrade of a postgres install on Windows, which I can confidently say is something nobody ever wants to do. I don’t want to do it, and neither does anyone at Postgres, because the only documentation I can find says "you should install Linux" which is all well and good, but not when you’ve got a Windows machine you want your database to run on. I used to have problems with a database, and then I was told to install Linux, and then I’d have problems with a database, and problems with Linux.
Apparently the clean way to do it is to get a fresh machine and install postgres on that, and then, one assumes, purge the old machine with fire and hammers, but that is only an assumption, as there’s an utter paucity of documentation on this. Ah well.
That was not a very productive way to spend any of my day, and painfully I spent too much time on that, when I had other things to get done too. At least I wasn’t confident enough to overwrite my existing install, so I didn’t end up at the end of the day with the last 18 months of work conveniently destroyed, but that was a narrow escape at best. Next week, I’ll possibly have another crack at it, and you’ll never hear from me again because computers will have made me so angry I’ll have foresaken modern technology forever.
I spoke to several financial advisors today. One told me that the smart thing to do was put all your money in bonds, because equities are a bad idea. The other one told me to put none of my money in bonds, because bonds are a bad idea. I’ve synthesised these two opinions into useful guidance: don’t put your money into anything, because it’s a bad idea. Indeed, money itself is a bad idea, and we should head towards a barter economy as soon as possible, or at least as soon as I have a bunch of stuff that I don’t want, that I could exchange for lots of things that I do want. For example, I could exchange surplus cephalopod soft toys for database advice, although you can never have too many fluffy octopuses, squid, cuttlefish and nautiluses, and if we did reject currency in favour of swapping chickens for bread, there probably wouldn’t be much of a need for databases to manage price optimisation of intangible products. The invisible hand giveth, and the invisible hand taketh away.
So in short, I was very, very confused today. I tried to fix this by watching one of Peter Jackson’s first films, Brain Dead, which has a lawnmower, a worrying birth scene and fake blood by the gallon, but it didn’t make me less confused. All it did was make me worry about what mental impact it may have had on the version of me that watched it 22 years ago, and whether I can blame any of my future behaviour on that. Strangely, my wife watched almost all of it, which is highly unexpected, as she detests zombie films like the plague. (Well, like a plague of flesh-eating undead, ironically enough, but never mind.)
I ran for a mile today; my body was aching and ruined after last night’s track session, which may mean that I overdid the hard work after all. I’ll make another attempt to run tomorrow morning, and see whether that leaves me a mess or a rejuvenated human being. Life is very, very confusing.