Grandad October 6th, 2009
If anyone manages to read this – congratulations!
Something is radically wrong with the site and it is driving me up the fucking wall.
-oOo-
All seems to be well again
If any of you out there are not hosted by Blacknight you are out of your fucking minds. They are the best.
Grandad October 6th, 2009
While we were away, our washing machine broke down.
I wasn’t entirely surprised as for a while I had noticed a very faint smell of hot electronics off it, and it showed all the symptoms of a blown circuit panel. It would get half way through a wash and it would suddenly stop, and all the lights would start blinking rapidly. What was worse, it would refuse to switch off again, so I had to unplug it. And on top of that, it wouldn’t even let me open the door until I had pulled the machine out and emptied all the water out using a basin.
Fucking irritating.
Since we came back, the fucking yoke has been sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor waiting for the repair man. The only advantage to having it out there was that I could give it a swift kick each time I had to walk around it.
I hate that washing machine.
The bloke came this morning.
He took it apart and sure enough, it was the circuit panel that had blown. There was also a dead gerbil or something jamming the pump. At least I got my money’s worth out of him.
On top of all that, while the bloke was cursing at the machine, and the kitchen was knee deep in stagnant water, I got a mail from my hosting company to say that this site was causing problems.
Apparently it’s too popular and the traffic to it was affecting other sites. Hah!
They suggested that I move it, so I set about doing just that.
I went to copy the files off the old server but they weren’t there. Weird. I went to the new server, and sure enough, there were some of them, but not all. And what’s worse, the site was not accessible, not that anyone will have noticed. What’s more, each time I looked, more files appeared.
I rang Blacknight to see what the fuck was happening.
It transpired they had decided that I had enough on my plate, between randy guinea pigs, a flooded kitchen and a missus who was complaining that the coal shed was cold, so they had decided to move the site for me.
Now that is what I call service.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, the washing machine is now fixed and this site is on its own little bit of web space.
Herself is still cold but doing five weeks worth of washing should warm her up?
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