Damn You, Disqus - the Pendulum Swings

UPDATE:  So it was a case of a bad workwoman blaming her tools.  Not only did I not read the instructions before installing Disqus, but I also failed to properly read them after.  All of my comments have been retained and retrived, so I'm very happy about that :)

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So you've bought the wall unit from Ikea.  And now you're home in the middle of the lounge room, and you've opened the impossibly flat flatpacked boxes and taken all the bits out.  You've made a space so you can spread out the 152 different bits that no way on earth are ever, ever, EVER going to blend into becoming anything like the wall unit you see in the picture on the box.  And what the hell is THAT bit???

There are two types of people in this scenario - the instruction-readers and the non-instruction-readers.  The "go ahead and do it without reading the instructions" person holds that piece of paper with diagrams and accompanying Engrish in contempt.  Bah.  Don't insult my intelligence.  I don't need to be told how to do this.  The instruction-reader thinks the non-instruction reader is too cocky for her own good.  You want to spend your entire afternoon putting this wall unit together, with an ad break in the third hour for your dummy spit, when you pick up a handful of the 152 pieces and throw them in rage, and then spend ages trying to find them?  Well, I don't, thanks very much.  I will learn from the people who manufactured this so I can get the hell out of here and do something more interesting with the rest of my Saturday afternoon.

Me, I'm both.  Some days I understand the wisdom of the second path.  Other days, it is a folly to be so anal.  I wish to work it out by myself, thank you very much.

When it comes to installing different platforms and softwares and doodads on your computer, it's easy to get complacent about stuff.  Everything works better these days.  After all, I can't even remember the last time I had a blue screen, or my computer locked up through driver or software incompatibilities.

And so stability has led to complacency.  Therefore when I signed up for Disqus last night, I didn't think anything of it.  Didn't even really know exactly what it was or how it worked, but what the hell, why not?  And so I blithely signed up, linked up my blog to it ... and now I come here this morning and it seems all of my pre-Disqus comments have gone, kaputted into the voluminous ether void, possibly never to be seen again.  And so now Erin, you have the dubious distinction of being the only commenter on this blog :)  And, a wonderful and superb comment though it be, I feel sad for all of the other comments that have been lost, forever, never to return (insert dramatic forehead slap with outward-facing hand).

Every time I type Disqus I keep going to type Disgus instead.  Which is far closer to how I'm feeling.  Disqus, after all, is a word with positive connotations for me, being the only first I ever won at Little Athletics.  I still remember that blue ribbon.  Whereas this morning I feel rather more disgusted that some platform would come along in its arrogance like the Western Empire and cut everything down before it.  And also a little disgusted that I didn't read before I clicked.

And so the pendulum swings back into anality once again :)  So, anyone know how to get those old comments back?