I took a vacation day on Thursday, to stretch the weekend a bit, and… once again, couldn’t sleep. I think I’ve officially reached the point where I can only get a good night’s sleep if I work until 1:30 a.m. Anything else throws me off, and I’m left thrashing and wallowing in bed until the birds are chirpin’.
This is new, my friends. Sleep has always come easily to your husky correspondent. I mocked people who said they had such problems. “Oh please. You just get in bed, and let it happen,” I always thought to myself, in a haughty John Kerry-like brain voice. And here I am, being paid back for my insensitivity.
There’s one good thing that’s come from all this, though: I’m reading the shit outta some books. I’ve been ripping through thick novels like they’re pamphlets. I always complain about not having enough time to read, and now I’ve got AMPLE time. It’s like an O. Henry story – one of his lesser works, admittedly.
A recent aggravation: Earlier in the week I received an email from my hosting company, telling me I can longer remain on my current plan. My site (or sites, I guess) are eating up more than their fair share of resources. So, here we go again…
This happened once before, if you remember, with my previous company. But they gave me no warning, and just yanked everything off the internet. At least these guys gave me five days to decide what to do.
But there are still problems. First of all, it’s supposed to be unlimited everything, including traffic. So, how have I reached my traffic limit? Rest assured, I can’t win this one. But I believe it’s a valid point, regardless.
And… the plan they suggested costs $72 per month. Right now I’m paying $15. It feels like I’m being shaken down, and this exact same kind of thing caused me to leave my previous host in a huff.
But, I’ve been doing a lot of reading, and these “unlimited” hosting plans on a shared server only work if you get less than 2000 pageviews per day. That’s apparently the limit for unlimited. Anything above that, and they’ll force you into something new, and more expensive. It’s pretty standard stuff, I learned.
I had a conversation with the guy who does technical work for me, and he tells me I really only have two options: keep moving around from host to host, or bite the bullet and upgrade. Dammit!
I’m negotiating with the current company, and they do seem willing to meet me in the middle somewhere on the price, so that’s good. Something is supposed to be finalized today on it. I’m probably going to be moved from a server shared by 800 (or so) websites, to one shared by only a handful. Hence the higher cost.
I can’t (and won’t) pay $72 per month. But I love the idea of not having to worry about this crap anymore. I’m willing to pay a little extra, if they’ll stop hassling me about traffic. Can’t a man just broadcast his idiocy in peace?! Hopefully we’ll be able to come to an agreement that works for both of us.
And speaking of traffic, please help me make matters worse. This week I launched a new regular feature, called the Wednesday Name Game. You can check it out here. I have high hopes for this thing, but will need your participation. This week we’re collecting stories about people named Lisa. So… if you have any you’d like to share, please do so.
I’ll hit you guys with a new name every Wednesday, and hope you’ll leave your stories in the comments. Over time, we’ll build a master page where all the names are listed, and it could turn into something pretty cool. But participation is key. Please share your stories, and tell your Facebook friends about the game, too. Thanks, as always, for your support.
An important question: Is there anything in today’s modern world with a higher failure rate than the stapler? Seriously. Every stapler I’ve used, during my entire life, shits the bed around 33% of the time. I have a feeling they haven’t been improved upon since, I don’t know… World War I. I remain deeply disappointed in the stapler. Can you think of anything that does a worse job?
And I believe I’ve mentioned that our family’s main bank is in Hollywood, California. It’s actually a credit union for the entertainment industry, which we joined in 1996. Everybody in the WEA building used them. So we jumped on the bandwagon, and it’s been great. Best banking experience of my life, so far.
When we moved to Pennsylvania we didn’t want to give them up, so we just continued. Our paychecks are direct deposited there, and the ATM at Sheetz has no fees… so, there’s almost no downside. Plus, their debit cards are really cool. The current one has a picture of a field with 1940s microphones growing in it. I get a lot of comments about it.
Anyway, they just revamped their website, and I had to select some new security questions. There are about 25 to choose from, and some are pretty unusual.
Like: What’s the first movie you worked on? Or: Who is your favorite showrunner?
Needless to say, I went with the more traditional ones, like: What was the last name of your first grade teacher? I find that I have little to no opinions about showrunners, and have only appeared in home movies, looking like a Campbell’s Soup kid with clinical depression.
I always wondered what the tellers thought about my paltry checking balances, stacked up against Clint Eastwood’s, or the big movie execs that bank there. I bet that credit union, more than most, is a rich man/poor man situation. Ya know?
I hope you’re having a great holiday. Ours is only so-so, if you want to know the truth. I think it might be time to introduce a little beer to the proceedings. Beer will fix it! I think that’s in the Bible.
And that’s enough of my disjointed ramblings for one day. Thank you for reading. Please tell a friend about the site if you’re enjoying it, or an enemy if you’re not. It looks like I’m going to be paying for a bunch of extra bandwidth, so let’s use that shit up!
I’ll leave you now with a Question to ponder: If you were a criminal, wanting to lay low and blend in with your current surroundings, how would you dress? I’d have to go with a one-size-too-small t-shirt with packed-out cig pocket, tucked into a dark pair of Wranglers, and a filthy baseball cap advertising a company that sells and rents heavy machinery.
What about you? Please use the comments link below.
And I’ll see you guys again on Monday!