My site was hacked. Again. Now listen to me whine.
I suppose I should probably count myself lucky that it’s only been twice in 8 years. Those are pretty good odds. Right?
It’s partially my fault, as I was trying to put off updating WordPress until 2.7 came out. They were supposed to release it in November, but it’s been delayed. I didn’t want to update to 2.6.3.1.9 and a half. Or whatever we’re up to now. Just to turn around and update to 2.7 in a minute. So I waited. And as a result I was a victim of a security vulnerability. So, okay. It’s my fault. But let me tell you, in case you don’t already know, GoDaddy is a big fat joke. Their customer service leaves much to be desired. Actually, that’s not true. Customer service doesn’t really even *exist* with them. Hard to suck at something you can’t even be arsed to attempt.
So I switched hosts. Bluehost charges half the price, with no limit on file server storage and I’ve got two or three other accounts with them. They’ve never done me wrong. The evil warlord GoDaddy lured me away for this account. I was weak. I was dumb.
They kept sending me messages saying I was over my 150,000 MB limit for storage. A) I didn’t know there was a limit and B) I don’t know how I could be over my limit when I have been a bad, bad blogger, barely updating when I should. But whatever. It turns out I was hacked and whoever it was decided to slam my server with a bunch of gobbedlygook. Even getting GoDaddy to understand that, much less help me do something about it, was a nightmare. In fact, it’s STILL not sorted out.
So. That’s it. Long story short, I’m back now. If the site looks wonky that’s from the good people at Bluehost trying to help me get it back on track.
Also, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE WordPress. I want to smooch its face off. 2.7 is finally here and it rocks. It wasn’t their fault. It was mine. Allllll mine. And the evil gnome who resides in my control panel.
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.
Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
