Aaaaaand we're back
Mar. 11th, 2003 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinSo far it's propogated with new hosting to reach me here, so it looks like http://www.glitterbook.com is live again. Hurrah!
What happened was this:
Long ago, in a land far, far from here (well, OK, not really), Scott (the ex) and I had signed up for webhosting together. I picked a decidedly non-girly user name at Simplenet hosting (eggplant), and we both played around with image editing tools and while I taught myself how to hand-write HTML, he played around with Frontpage a bit.
Eventually, we both realized that I was doing far more with the site than he was, and so I attached the glitterbook.com domain name to the webspace, and pretty much ruled that from sometime in '99 or 2000 until, well, yesterday.
See, it was totally my fault. The webhosting was getting billed to him still, because in the myriad of things to do once he and I broke up, the domain was probably near the bottom of my list of concerns. I'd been planning on reimbursing him anyhow, but yesterday when he was working on his expenses, he saw the charge for the hosting on a statement, and in typical pragmatic Scott fashion, called immediately to cancel the service.
I knew right when it happened because the cancellation triggered a confirmation email sent to my Hotmail address - for some reason MSN messenger works at my company now, and so I saw the little notification pop up on my screen with the notification.
When I called him, he seemed extremely laid back about the whole thing. I don't think he realized exactly what sort of havoc he wreaked when he completely obliterated my website - I know I lost some writing, and I know I lost a bunch of images. What was really freaking me out was the email - which I had painstakingly filtered and routed and configured to cause me the least amount of annoyance and maintenance, once set up.
He said, "Well, I thought you'd taken care of it. It's March."
Ouch. OK, honestly? I'm not mad at him, because this is all my fault. I should've taken care of this, but I didn't because I wasn't thinking much about my website lately anyhow - I hadn't updated that main page in quite some time, and a lot of the older entries were languishing in broken-link squalor.
And look at me, talking all meta and things webby. Shame on me. Like you care about the ins and outs of my navel-gazing hobby!
Anyway. The crisis has been mostly averted now that I've ditched Yahoo! webhosting and gone with Dreamhost. Mail is working, the DNS is propogating, and I am um, installing stuff on my work computer to make it easier to work on um, teaching myself more HTML and stuff.
I was a stressball yesterday - remarkably contained, mind you, but incredibly stressed. I went through approximately several gabillion hoops just to get passwords and account names sent to me, I spent far too many minutes on the phone holding for the next representative, only to find that I'd been grandfathered out of my previous webhosting package. I signed on to the most basic current package offered at Yahoo!, just to keep email from bouncing all over the world.
I was headachey by the end of the day, in spite of a fairly stressless work day. I walked along the side street nestled between a parking garage and an office building to get to the train platform and could feel my muscles fatigue, could feel my joints jangling, my head slightly throbbing.
The entire time I stood on the platform and then on two trains and a bus, I could feel body heat clinging to me like some sort of sickly vapor. I wished I hadn't worn a sweater that day. Every time the doors opened in my car, I willed the cold air to wash over me, to wipe away the tendrils of heat that were winding around me and inspiring a rather vulnerable exhaustion.
When home, I realized how unhappy I was with the basic hosting I'd hurriedly selected at work, so I went right to Dreamhost, signed on with them, set the domain to point to their servers, and then cancelled the crappily-interfaced hosting at Yahoo!. By the time I was done, I had cooled off, pulled my hair off my neck, and gathered my dirty clothes into laundry bags. Svet came on by, and we went to the laundromat. I'd been putting the laundry off for far too long now; I was wearing boxer shorts once I ran out of underwear, and while it was comfortable, the situation was becoming dire.
So, yeah, that's what happened with the domain. Far more traumatizing for me than you, certainly.
What happened was this:
Long ago, in a land far, far from here (well, OK, not really), Scott (the ex) and I had signed up for webhosting together. I picked a decidedly non-girly user name at Simplenet hosting (eggplant), and we both played around with image editing tools and while I taught myself how to hand-write HTML, he played around with Frontpage a bit.
Eventually, we both realized that I was doing far more with the site than he was, and so I attached the glitterbook.com domain name to the webspace, and pretty much ruled that from sometime in '99 or 2000 until, well, yesterday.
See, it was totally my fault. The webhosting was getting billed to him still, because in the myriad of things to do once he and I broke up, the domain was probably near the bottom of my list of concerns. I'd been planning on reimbursing him anyhow, but yesterday when he was working on his expenses, he saw the charge for the hosting on a statement, and in typical pragmatic Scott fashion, called immediately to cancel the service.
I knew right when it happened because the cancellation triggered a confirmation email sent to my Hotmail address - for some reason MSN messenger works at my company now, and so I saw the little notification pop up on my screen with the notification.
When I called him, he seemed extremely laid back about the whole thing. I don't think he realized exactly what sort of havoc he wreaked when he completely obliterated my website - I know I lost some writing, and I know I lost a bunch of images. What was really freaking me out was the email - which I had painstakingly filtered and routed and configured to cause me the least amount of annoyance and maintenance, once set up.
He said, "Well, I thought you'd taken care of it. It's March."
Ouch. OK, honestly? I'm not mad at him, because this is all my fault. I should've taken care of this, but I didn't because I wasn't thinking much about my website lately anyhow - I hadn't updated that main page in quite some time, and a lot of the older entries were languishing in broken-link squalor.
And look at me, talking all meta and things webby. Shame on me. Like you care about the ins and outs of my navel-gazing hobby!
Anyway. The crisis has been mostly averted now that I've ditched Yahoo! webhosting and gone with Dreamhost. Mail is working, the DNS is propogating, and I am um, installing stuff on my work computer to make it easier to work on um, teaching myself more HTML and stuff.
I was a stressball yesterday - remarkably contained, mind you, but incredibly stressed. I went through approximately several gabillion hoops just to get passwords and account names sent to me, I spent far too many minutes on the phone holding for the next representative, only to find that I'd been grandfathered out of my previous webhosting package. I signed on to the most basic current package offered at Yahoo!, just to keep email from bouncing all over the world.
I was headachey by the end of the day, in spite of a fairly stressless work day. I walked along the side street nestled between a parking garage and an office building to get to the train platform and could feel my muscles fatigue, could feel my joints jangling, my head slightly throbbing.
The entire time I stood on the platform and then on two trains and a bus, I could feel body heat clinging to me like some sort of sickly vapor. I wished I hadn't worn a sweater that day. Every time the doors opened in my car, I willed the cold air to wash over me, to wipe away the tendrils of heat that were winding around me and inspiring a rather vulnerable exhaustion.
When home, I realized how unhappy I was with the basic hosting I'd hurriedly selected at work, so I went right to Dreamhost, signed on with them, set the domain to point to their servers, and then cancelled the crappily-interfaced hosting at Yahoo!. By the time I was done, I had cooled off, pulled my hair off my neck, and gathered my dirty clothes into laundry bags. Svet came on by, and we went to the laundromat. I'd been putting the laundry off for far too long now; I was wearing boxer shorts once I ran out of underwear, and while it was comfortable, the situation was becoming dire.
So, yeah, that's what happened with the domain. Far more traumatizing for me than you, certainly.
