a sight for sore eyes. 



see this--eh? the good old broadway site, which will soon be updated with new images to match the refit they've been working on most of the month.

not much to look at. kind plain, kinda ordinary, but i'm glad to see it. extra glad.

why, do you say?

well, two titanic forces rumbling through history collided last night, like the andrea dorea and the stockholm.

firstly, i've been maintaining the broadway cafe website since january 2001. in days of yore i had a hotmail email address, and that was the avenue whence i communicated to the registrar of the name.

a couple years ago, when i adopted the dot mac email address i sue, i prowled about the internet updating contact information: my name register was one of those places. well and good; i have renewed the domain since then via that avenue, and have heard from them via that road. no harm there, eh? of course not.

force one laid cruising.


there is serious dissent in the cat community here. dukakis has decided to not tolerate chachi, the weakest and most vulnerable cat. for over a month various accommodations of her living space have been created, which have more or less ended in her having a private apartment in the back bedroom. we have been bringing her out to lap her in the living room in the evenings, with dukakis looking on like the dark angel of death. he gets a face full of water spritz from a squirt bottle when he ventures too near, so we hope, by slow degrees, to create peace in the dominion again.

force two, seemingly unrelated, laid in the waters

last night, a rattle rattle, rattle rattle comes at the back bedroom door. bonnie mumbles, and says, stuck. by which she implies that someone is not where they are supposed to be, and ought to be let out. it turns out she thought hazel, no. 3 on the totem pole, might have gotten herself closed in a hall cabinet, which is within the realm of possibility; i suspected cracker of being accidentally locked away with chachi, which has happened.

i went back to check on the bedroom, and opened the door, and out shoots chachi, who as recently as four hours ago wouldn't have come out on a bet. i don't know why she did, but i took her to bed with us. the dark angel of death came looming, and eventually matters devloved to a certain amount fo running around, hissing, and leaping, with me trailing behind dealing waters squirts to any dark angels that i could track down. everyone separated, i stowed chachi in her apartment, where she went under the bed, and locked up.

i checked my email before retiring--well after 1 am--and found a message from jon cates, part owner of the broadway.

crash! the unrelated disasters collide.


fortuitous it is that chachi awoke us. amongst other things i needed to take care of, jon mentioned that the site was pointing to something it wasn't supposed to--basically boilerplate adverts. you know the type. (find about broadwaycafeandroastery.com etc etc.)

my heart sank. i knew what i was up against: but had the domain simply been redirected by the registrar (temporarily) before being sold to whatever name collector wanted it, or was it already gone beyond recall? a feverish hour went by. it had been seven days since the name had expired; five and a half days, it turns out (see nifty broadway stats below) since it had been redirected.

crap! my registrar had changed its name management system, and somehow had summoned from the misty depths the hotmail address i used to use. an address that had expired! could i reaccess it? thank god, yes. could i get my password? yes. could i buy the name without making a typo? that, too.

at 2 am i went back to bed with a twitch in one eye and a nervous jerk in my left shoulder, without complete confidence that everything would work out. but a little while ago, i had access again and the DNS servers, slow and majestic in their way, resolved the traffic back at my domain host.

dude. uncool.

thank you, chachi. i would have hated to find this out at 5 am when i was going to get up. every hour counts, when your domain has been dead for seven days.



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Posted: Mon - January 30, 2006 at 05:14 PM             |

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