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It’s the return of the crappy blog title! Run away! Flee! If you have a better suggestion for a title… keep it to yourself or start you own fucking blog.
Before you go clicking on the image in this update all willy-nilly and shit, be advised that this image is 4000 pixels square, and fully 11+ megabytes in size. If you haven’t joined the rest of us in the high-speed 21st century, it may take you while to view the full-size image. But if you’re on dial-up, and you simply must see the full-size image, go ahead and click on it, then go masturbate to the bra and panties section of the J.C. Penney catalog. Hopefully the download will be finished before you are… If you’re wondering what it is, it’s an Internet map showing a visual representation of the whole network… as of 2003.
I picked that image because it deals with work, and work is a pain in my large, pasty white ass lately. The company I work for recently bought a domain name registrar. So, we’re no longer reselling domain names for some registrar; we are a registrar! We’re now like the drunk hillbilly brother of Go Daddy. Being a domain name registrar brings a whole new class of customers. Domain name owners make Hosting and DSL customers look like members of Mensa International. Many are from other countries who write emails in their native language perfectly… but English? Not so much. Thank Douglas Adams for the Babel fish. “Am achieving swapping of name server in the dominion example.com, yesterday hice is changing and still not itself live.” What you say? Havening to breach a language and technological barrier should garner me some hazardous duty pay, I swear to fuck!
Ninety percent of their issues are renewing their domain name because they let it expire. They get pissed off because their shit is broke, and it’s somehow our fault. They bitch because their domain name expired and they never got a notice. Do they think we can’t check email logs? We can tell them the exact minute on the exact days and to which email addresses the four different renewal notices were sent.
My favorites are the domain names that expired more than 30 days ago. These domains are so far past the expiration date, they’re placed in a redemption status and no longer in our database. To restore a domain name in redemption costs the owner $99. Oh my God! You would think we kidnapped their baby and was demanding some outrageous dollar amount as ransom. “Pay up or the baby dies, motherfucker!” They get so pissed off! I own 7 different domain names, and you know how many times they’ve expired? Zero! I have never let one of my domains expire accidentally. I had a dispute with a couple of them because of a milquetoast cocksucker and his Sleestak wife, but that’s a story from the past that doesn’t deserve even this many words in my blog. Of course, that’s just my opinion… I might be wrong.
Speaking of my domains, December marks 10 years that I’ve owned wafwot.com… the domain name this blog is published at. And just in case you’re a complete dee dee dee, “wafwot” is an acronym for What A Fucking Waste Of Time… Hence the name of the blog. Pretty goddamn brilliant, eh?
Since 1997, this domain name has been a mail server and a testbed for various open source packages and web page designs… and a conglomeration of useless shit I’ve shared with people from time to time. This blog is the longest wafwot.com has been used for anything useful… and I kinda like it. Now if I just had the time to update it more frequently. This update took me four fucking days to write. I started it on Saturday afternoon as I was watching The Masters, but I’ve only managed thirty minutes here, an hour there, or forty five minutes during my lunch hour…
For anyone that gives a tiny seahorse-shaped shitlet, I’m feeling much better after my latest bout with pneumonia, or “new-moan-ya,” as my Dad used to type. I’m still only getting about 2250 ml of air with my incentive spirometer, but I admittedly haven’t been using it much. Of course, I feel like shit (but for a different reason) after I received the bill from the hospital; a whopping $1371! Those shit-wiping, pill-pushing, vomit-mopping, over-priced bastards! My insurance should cover all but about $350 or so…
Okay, that’s all I have for the time being. Sorry for the long delay between this update and the last. My commute and work schedule being what it is, it’s difficult to find the time to write.
