Thursday, May 5, 2011

You would think that remembering to renew a domain name would be top of mind for any website proprietor, since a site kinda needs one to exist, and missing a renewal is, like, the one thing you don’t want to do. Well, guess what? I forgot. Shameful, really, but sure enough, April 30 came and went, and days later I logged into Verio in a panic, mind racing over exactly how long the grace period would last, in the parlance of the late ’90s, for forgetful webmasters. You know, because online squatters have been waiting, ever so patiently, to strike in my moment of weakness.

Obviously my oversight was salvageable, and in a sigh of relief I doubled my customary renewal period to two years, such was my contrition. With my hosting service about to expire, too, I popped open the wallet again. No procrastination here, because I could easily picture an alternate reality in which a freshly renewed domain name would be pointing to absolutely nothing. Final damage was $45 for the upcoming year–a bargain, really, especially if I break it down to a per-post cost. I think of it as a gym membership for my brain, and if all it takes to feel smart is 50 cents, every time I hit the “publish” button, it’s a steal.

We were originally going to talk about careers and shit, but after a long day, it’s time to turn in. I had a late night at the office, and when dinner time rolled around, I attempted to scavenge for food in the breakroom, only to find slim pickings from our Cinco de Mayo festivities. An unplugged margarita machine. The collected innards of a slain piñata. A largely empty Tostitos bag with some crumbs in it. Before you ask, no, I didn’t combine all three things to make a meal. What I did do, however, was wrangle about a dozen chocolate coins, after which dinner, effectively, was served. Now, sufficiently malnourished yet strangely full, I’m off to bed, content with the valuable lesson I learned today: hitting things with a bat will likely result in a delicious outpouring of candy.