Ah, there’s nothing quite like launching a site you’ve been working your ass off on for two months and then have it go KER-SPLAT right into the middle of a 404 mud puddle.
It’s almost as exhilarating as locating your new health insurance enrollment packet from the job that lasted a whopping five days, knowing that you are eligible for coverage as a result of being hired, and for COBRA as a result of being fired. But is there any way to use the coverage for the plastic surgery my son needs on Wednesday? Can anyone even tell me whether any insurance company would even cover plastic surgery on a
six seven-year-old? I mean, that tick bite went rather nasty even after I cleaned it well and then stayed there through the healing process, and I know that there is still something in there and I hope to God it doesn’t hatch at the first stroke of the surgeon’s scalpel. Whatever it is, my pediatrician wanted no part of it and sent me straight to the professionals.
I quite agreed, as the last surgeon who opened him up was also the one who opened me up to remove a lump that had been biopsied nearly into disintegration. He tends to leave livid scars. And livid patients. See, he repaired Dylan’s two inguinal hernias, but failed to even locate the rarer spigelian hernia that had popped out like a walnut on Thanksgiving Day 2002. Opened him up and left a memorable scar, but couldn’t find where roughly three inches of intestine had squeezed through before I tucked it back in. Me? I’m not so worried about my scar as I’ve long given up on being a centerfold, but I still don’t love the red crescent scar that winks at me each time I towel off after a shower.
You’re welcome. Heh.
Anyway, the Pear Soup site: either my tiny hosting account couldn’t handle the bandwidth or something got screwed up but I have no resolution from the host, and am waiting for a few things to re-set. But for a few hours there, things were hopping! Great response!
Oh, great. Phil is IM-ing me from South Carolina to say that it looks fine on his computer. Well, everything’s slower down South, isn’t it? Maybe it hasn’t hit yet. Or maybe this is yet MORE PENANCE I am doing for who knows wtf I did in a past life.
I simply cannot get a break. I finally design a web site with a concept that I think will go totally viral, and KER-SPLAT.
Enjoy the Apocalypse. You know, I actually started a line of housewares with that slogan, once upon a time. I rather liked it.