Well, that sucked

Look at this. After all that work, I'm once again yacketing into the void. Anyone who might conceivably have been listening is gone now, since, as you would have noticed had you a) been paying attention in the first place, which why would you bother, and b) somehow magically known to come back here a month later, i.e., now, when my site is finally back online after having been hijacked by the meretricious moneygrubbers at godaddy.com, who held my domain name (which is actually my fucking name; this is the unkindest cut of all) hostage until I gave them eighty dollars, which I strongly suspect they needed to pay for the Superbowl commercial they've been bragging about.

So I gave them the eighty dollars, after which they continued to hold my site hostage for two more weeks, this time just for the fun of it. Finally, I called them and they said, essentially, that they'd just sort of forgotten to give it back and they were sorry and if I'd just wait a few more days maybe they'd get around to remembering.

Which they finally did, although in my opinion, forgetting to release the hostage after the ransom is paid is pretty sloppy kidnapping. Kill the hostage if you really feel like you need to make a point-- I admit that in some circles it's considered stylish to send the kidnapee's severed head back to the grieving family/squadron/board of directors, just to show that you mean business. Or, if you want to play by the rules, just send the hostage back. shaken but unharmed (and with a new appreciation for life's little niceties), to the griving f./s./b.o.d. But don't just sort of lamely space the whole hostage thing in the middle of a kidnapping. It's like robbing a bank, absentmindedly shooting a couple of people, and then wandering off distractedly without ever even asking for the money.