Thursday, March 6, 2014

There will be a special Saturday edition of Secondhand Rants, but its publication won’t be driven by a deep love of writing, nor will it herald a new schedule for us. No, it’s because I owe you a post. Simple as that. I owe you a post because on Tuesday, which is usually when this word farm spools up, GoDaddy shat the bed and this site went down like a sack of doorknobs. We aren’t talking about a minutes-long outage, either. It was hours of downtime–an eternity in Internet terms, and an utter travesty when the content payload is text.

I knew the contours of the choice I had made, when I picked GoDaddy. I wanted the scale of an evil empire. Sure, hosts like Site5 have that scrappy start-up feel, and customer service seemed responsive enough, but I had to make use of the helpline a little too often. I want tech I can forget, tech that just exists. And GoDaddy met this need for a while–until it didn’t, of course. When attendance is the sole feature you ask of a service, rendering judgment gets pretty easy.

I’m not quite sure what to do next. Part of this is because I’m trying out a food embargo at 8 PM as part of my health regimen, per a suggestion from the Professor, and I’m pretty fucking hungry right now. It’s time to turn in, too, if I’m to make it to the elliptical tomorrow morning. I’ll figure it out then. I had a fantastic flash of insight about work this morning, somewhere around minute 13 of my exercise routine, and this transpired despite the presence of a grunter. You know the type–every rep, every footfall punctuated by deep, needless vocalization. Never seen the fellow before, and his presence damaged my calm. Perhaps he’ll give up tomorrow, whereupon I can have my silence again and think, as I whir away on my contraption of misery and revelation.