On Sunday the website was down for several hours. I sent two or three emails to my hosting company, and called their 800 number as well. …Crickets! Nothing but crickets.
Finally, it rose from the dead, but the OLD homepage was displaying. From, like, a year ago. So it looked like shit, and also appeared that I hadn’t updated the site since July of 2008.
I was about to have a stroke.
Another email was sent, this one a little more… asshole, and I got a response saying the hardware of the server had been upgraded. They’d fix the homepage issue, they promised, and all should be right with the world.
They did, and I thought I was back in business. But when I tried to change the Further Evidence link this morning, I got a message saying I didn’t have permission to perform that function. I don’t have permission?? It’s mine! I own it!!
When I checked the WordPress site there was a warning telling me I’d better not screw around with “permissions” unless I damn sure know what I’m doing. And, needless to say, I don’t know nothing about nothing.
This kind of stuff makes me insane, way past the point of a rational reaction. Be glad you’re not here right now. I’m howling at the freakin’ moon; I’d probably try to stab you with a Johnny Bench statuette.
Toney somehow got her hands on a $50 gift certificate for the yuppie bar, and we decided to have dinner there on Friday evening.
When we first moved to this musky neck of the woods, the yuppie bar was a great shithole-dive, called John K’s Pub. I liked the sound of it, and started hanging around there a little. It was a dump, but the burgers and hotdogs were good, and they had Yuengling for two bucks a pint.
Then it was abruptly closed by government officials. I heard two stories: tax problems and health department issues. Both scenarios were fully believable, and it made me sad.
A few months later we saw people doing massive renovations on the place. It looked like they were gutting it, full-on. Then it reopened as a fancy bar/restaurant, with hanging plants, candles, and glass tabletops. John K was spinning in his grave…
But Toney and I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, and went there for lunch on a Saturday. And the menu was full of weird shit nobody eats, like duck tacos, and water cress salad in a braised kangaroo pouch. Or whatever.
And when nobody was looking we sneaked out the side door…
After about six months, though, we heard they’d normalized their menu a bit. Apparently nobody wanted the bizarre stuff, and they were forced to start selling steaks and regular-people food. Still a tad “pinkies-out,” but not as bad as the early days.
We hadn’t been back for a meal, since the first time. But we started going there for beer and appetizers, and the food seemed pretty good. When Toney received a gift certificate from her employer, I was looking forward to giving them a deserved second-chance.
We started with beer and pierogies. I had a Newcastle, and Toney went with Sam Adams. The pierogies were great, almost as good as the first time we had them there.
And for dinner I ordered the New York Strip. There were lots of things on the menu that seemed interesting, but most had something in the description that disqualified it. Like “garlic,” or “fennel.” Toney went with the salmon.
Here’s what I was served. I ordered the steak “medium,” but I think it was a little closer to “well.” No big deal. And those are sweet potato fries underneath, covered in sea salt. That little bowl contained some sort of creamed spinach, which tasted better than it looks. I don’t eat asparagus, so I can’t tell you anything about that.
And I don’t think I was supposed to eat the flower. It didn’t taste very good… Heh.
But everything else was excellent. We had our dinners, an appetizer, three beers each, and the check was $73. But the gift certificate took the edge off that, nicely.
It was a good beginning to a great weekend. Which I’ll tell you more about, tomorrow.
I’ll leave you now with a Question that came to me while folding an enormous pair of underwear a few days ago… What one thing about you would some people find to be a bit odd?
Like, for instance, the fact that I still do all my own laundry. Toney does hers and the boys’ stuff, but I’ve always washed my own clothes.
It started, you see, when we lived together, a hundred years ago. I took my nasty stuff to the laundromat when I could, and she did the same. And I just never stopped doing my own laundry. It’s not some grand statement, or anything, it just started that way, and never stopped.
So, that’s your assignment: tell us one thing about yourself that some people might find to be a bit… unusual.
And hopefully I’ll be able to focus better tomorrow.
See ya then.
…Oh, and by the way, I can’t add a picture to this update, either. Everything’s jacked-up! I’d settled down a litte, but now I’m cranking again!!