Everyone from time to time has experienced that tingling feeling, that rising of the hairs on the back of your neck, that creepy realisation that something isn’t right. It’s a psychological happening christened the Red Flag in common language.
You may have had such a feeling today. For instance, who is that creeping up behind you?
Anyway, enough abstract musing. Right before I decided to turn in for the night, I checked on the Tale of Wraith Daquell. The site wasn’t showing its content. That’s just fine: I told it to do that because Aeden discovered some new scrolls and wanted to make sure the codex was correct. Using my super-administrative powers, I got past the maintenance screen and was just checking on the site when… Red Flag. Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then I clicked the link.
Sidebar: Writing a book and web-publishing were made in alternate realities. In book writing, one writes the first page, turns the page, and writes the second page. In web-publishing, one writes the first posting, then the second, then the third. And by that time, the first post is buried beneath its newer brethren. How does one rectify the situation? Two solutions: 1) Write the book backwards, 2) 1337 site hax!
The Tale was displaying half of its pages backwards. Not all of it. Just half. The Red Flag discovered, it was torn down, torn apart, and buried next to a very forlorn rock. And that is why, for my Christmas vacation, I have now compiled quite a sum of sleep debt.