One of the most delightful and surprising Christmas presents that I received came from my good buddy over at Fishwreck. He gave me my own domain name! Now he’s forgotten more about the internet than I’ll ever know, so I’m awful glad that he set this up for me. I was a History major after all.
Yeah, I know. It brought you back here. Try again. OK, you gotta admit that’s pretty cool. It opened up a new window and brought you right back where you were. It’s like a magic mirror. And my sitemeter is probably going through the roof with all these circular clicks. (err…maybe not.)
Feel free to cover up your desktop with my glorious old page. As James Brown would say, (if he wasn’t cremated and sitting in some creepy bigamist bitch’s purse right now) “Hit me three times! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!”
So why does it just mirror back to this page, you might ask? Because I’m too insecure to leave Blogger yet. Hell, I’m not even willing to go to Blogger Beta because I haven’t really figured out Blogger Alpha yet. I know all the cool people are leaving, but I promise to turn the lights off when I’m the last to go. Feel free to change your bookmarks now because whatever I eventually switch to will mirror from here.
And what comes along with a new domain? That’s right, email addresses! Of course they all mirror to the same junk account, so anything you send to thedryspot.net will come to me now.
For example, (spammers stop reading now. Oh, and go reach up your own poop chute and pull your intestines out and wrap them around your throat until you choke to death on your own stinky Saddam rope since I’m not standing next to you to do it for you.) if you send email to any of the following addresses, it will come to me now.
I tried to get thedryspot.com when I first started blogging, but it is being held by a company that makes pads to soak up your pissy sheets. That’s somehow appropriate. Of course, they’re not really using it. Maybe I should get to. The domain name. Not the piss pads.