It was there. The phrasing was ''perfect'', with a scansion, rhyme, and reason that would carry the idea forward into the ages.

Then the wiki ate it.

The technology failed. The screen came back all-white, or the dreaded "''could not find server''" message popped up.[[note]]Though if you get such a message from your browser, all hope is not lost, as you are likely to be still able to recover your data by just pressing the "''Back''" button, it should take back to the edit page with your post being intact, and if this doesn't work, you can still try to save the data from the browser's memory, for example, with [=HxD=].[[/note]] You curse all moderators past and present. You curse Tropers/{{Gus}}, Tropers/{{Janitor}}, Tropers/FastEddie, [[ Larry Roberts]], and all ISP's, everywhere. And Tropers/{{Seth}}, because somehow, it ''must'' be Seth's fault. Cf. the dreaded DataVampires.

You then resolve to always work the thing up in [[TropeDropper an application that can be saved on your PC]]. ''Again''. Because the last four times you swore to do that --well, it wasn't as bad as ''this'' one. ''This'' time you're serious!

Sister trope of TheDatabaseHatesMe. See also DataVampires.