Well. Two weeks after
celebrating its 20 year anniversary,
Forget
was forced to change servers. We
had a sweet, sweet deal hiding on a server
belonging to a company that used to belong
to Miguel's cousin (or something). That
company was sold years ago and the new
owners never rally noticed we were still
there. Until recently. So we were like, 15
years of free hosting is enough. NBD,
right? Move to GoDaddy servers, eat
the yard a year it will cost, and onward.
Nope. We are lost in the land of a non-DNS
promulgation hellscape. They tell us the
domain forgetmagazine.com cannot be viewed
in parts of Canada, sort of an issue for a
Canadian magazine. Actually, they told us
a lot of things before then; but we've
landed here (which is nowhere) for the
moment. There's an "open ticket" with the
engineers, so that ought to take care of
everything.Stuck between
incompetence, and indifference, we
have spoken to at least a dozen "support"
experts over these past days, and l
want to tell you, if we had not met our
boy Raphael, all hope would be lost. But,
still, we hope. From Raphael we remember
to hope.
So,
Forget was down for a week
first time ever. And is only barely back
up. Apparently some people can see this
and some can't. Who the fuck knows?
Know
this:
the domain name
forgetmagazine.com and all of the hundreds
of pieces that live there, still don't
work at all (but this does:
http://0463545.rcomhost.com/
So short of renaming it 0463545.rcomhost
Magazine, we just bought
forgetmagazine.net & the
forgetmgazine.org today (they both
currently point to this mess, maybe for
the first time. It took 3 minutes to
promulgate those, go figure). All this
while we wait for Raphael to save us.
Also, if the Internet people can't figure
this shit out soon, I'll move the whole
thing over to one of those addresses.
Gonna be bitch to do it, but Oliver Wilde
said "where there is sorrow there is
higher ground" and that dude knew his
shit.
Nothing is lost. Nothing is gone. Even
though none of the links work now, they
will again. We will keep on trying
until we reach the higher ground. Or you
know, the Internet gets its shit all
figured out. Fuck.