Dilemma - Changed Hosts
I just recently changed my hosting services for this blog from 1and1 to Hostgator. And, I gotta tell you, it was a fucking dilemma.
The first issue came right from the get go and just trickled on. To cancel my package with 1and1 I had to put a request in. No problem except for the fact that the request form didn’t make much sense. In the drop box where you choose your cancellation date, your two options are “Soon as possible” and “In 30 days”.
Here’s a screenshot (from their FAQ) of the cancellation form.
Notice the (=End of Contract) text next to the drop box? It would of helped if that was one of the options. So my options were to cancel in 30 days but that would have exceeded my contract term and I was scared that they would bill me. So, I chose “Soon as Possible” assuming that the “End of Contract” text meant that regardless of what I picked, I would have until the end of the contract. Wrong. My contract was canceled right away.
I had hoped to have at least 10 days to move all of my files and domains but that plan quickly went to shit. I contacted 1and1 and asked for access to my files. Seeing as I have paid them up until the 27th I figured I can at least have access to my webspace. Wrong again. My webspace was already wiped clean. They said that the only way to get my files was if I had another package with them that they could transfer the files to. For them to have the ability to transfer my files that must mean they still have them laying around somewhere. A few emails later, 1and1 was kind enough to put all of my files into a .rar file and gave me access to download it.
Problem solved, right? Fuck no. Some of my directories were missing. Some really important directories with really important documents. So, I emailed them again today and am awaiting a response.
To make matters worse, the fact that the package was canceled right away meant that I was unable to get the authorization codes of my domains. For those of you who don’t know about the authorization codes of domains. It is necessary to be able to transfer domains from one registrar (host) to another. Luckily, not all of my domains, including furiousfrank.com, were registered by 1and1.
For those 1and1 defenders out there. Let it be known that I am not throwing all the blame on 1and1. It was my fault for not asking when I wasn’t sure. It’s just this whole process is fucking frustrating.
A Contest Worth Participating In
For the last few months, I have been reading/watching the blog/vlog of a man named Victor Franqui over at Blogger Unleashed. I have to say that he has re-sparked my interest in online marketing and ventures because he makes it seem doable for new guys like me. Not to mention that he absolutely cracks me up throughout his videos. And, you guys think I’m angry? Check out Vic’s post about another blogger named Caroline Middlebrook.
NEhoo, Vic has put together a contest for a chance to win a trip to a blogging expo in Vegas. Now, I don’t usually join contests but this was is exceptionally interesting because, although the main prize is great, the greatest benefit lies in the contest itself. 100 people will be chosen, by Vic, to compete in some kind of online marketing test case. During the test case, Vic himself will be tutoring the 100 contestants to develop and market a blog. What an unbelievable opportunity!! To be mentored by a man like Vic is impressive enough without considering that you get all of that for free. Plus, if you win you get a free trip to Vegas!! Well, I’m in. And I suggest others give it a shot, too. Here’s a link to the contest.
US Soldier vs Defenseless Puppy
This is fucking disgusting!! Be forewarned that the video that I have linked to below contains a scene which many will find absolutely disturbing. In fact, if you choose not to watch it I would fully understand; that’s actually why I chose not to embed the video. I think the title says it all…
US soldiers throw puppy off cliff
…that’s just wrong. I have had nothing but respect for the Canadian and American military but that video has seriously tainted my image of them. I curse those soldiers in the video but I do not wish death upon them. Death is too good for them. In fact, I wish they live a long and tormenting life full of anguish and suffering. I also wish to be able to meet these fuckers face to face one day. I’m not as easy to pick on as that poor puppy.
Wal-Mart Photo Kiosks
I went to wal-mart a couple of nights ago to get some pictures from my digital camera developed. When I went there I soon found out that there were only two of those kodak photo kiosks and they were both taken. I was the only other one there so I decided to wait. I didn’t mean to be snoopy but after about 5 minutes, boredom kicked in. I started watching what they were doing and I noticed that the couple occupying the kiosk in front of me were being a bit indecisive. They were going through every single picture and argued about how they would crop it and how many copies of each photo they wanted. I peered over the shoulder of the lady using the other kiosk and she was also going through every individual picture. Except she was adding a border and caption to them as well. Shit, I thought. I hope they don’t have too many photos to go through.
5 minutes later I was browsing through some of the sample photos they had by the counter when another lady came in. She looked surprised and frustrated at the same time. She approached the counter where I was and asked an attendant if they had a certain time limit for people on the kiosks? The attendant shook his head and the lady noted how she had come in earlier to use the kiosks but they were occupied by the same people that were on there now. The attendant just shrugged his shoulders and the lady let out a sigh of frustration. Curiously, I asked her how long ago she had come in. 30 minutes ago, she said.
Damn. 30 fucking minutes to crop some goddamn photos? Knowing that I didn’t have the patience to continue waiting, I asked the attendant if he could just print the photos straight from my memory card. Nope. I then remembered someone telling me how they ordered prints online so I asked the attendant to explain that process to me. It seemed easy enough so I decided to go with that option.
I drove home, uploaded my photos to my computer, ordered the prints on the wal-mart website, waited an hour, drove back to the wal-mart to pick up the photos. And, what did I see when I returned? The same people, the arguing couple and the lady, still on the fucking kiosks still editting their fucking photos. I shit you not. An hour and a half later and they were still on the bloody kiosks. That’s just fucking rude and inconsiderate to take up all that time. God knows how long they took up in total.
The message of this rant, folks, is to give some consideration to others that may want to use the kiosks. If you plan on completely editing all of your fucking photos, do it at home.
One Step Back
The Toronto District School Board has decided to open an “Africentric” school next year and cities like Montreal and Halifax are now playing with the idea as well. For those who may not understand what an Africentric school is, it’s basically a black school. That’s right, this country is now looking to take a giant step back in the fight against racial segregation; the same fight that was fought and won decades ago. The school board in Toronto says that this was in response to a 40% drop out rate for that specific ethnic group.
I sure hope these damn school boards are doing their homework before they decide to separate people by the color of their skin. If they’re simply basing it on a single statistic like a drop out rate than they are making a fucking horrible mistake. What will this do to the next generation of youths? A decision such as the one made in Toronto tells everybody that it’s okay again to treat people differently according to their racial background.
Pay at the Pump Gas Stations
I was nearly tearing my hair out this morning when I decided to fill up my car before heading off to work. I pulled into a Shell gas station and aligned myself to pump number 7 which I am still regretting 10 hours after the fact. I began my normal filling routine and began to pump the gas. Only nothing was happening. “Pump seven is FastPay only” squawked the speaker box nearby. FastPay, huh? Oh, that pay-at-the-pump service. I’ve seen this done before; can’t be that hard. Man, was I wrong.
I pulled out my debit card and swiped it in and out of the terminal as instructed. ‘One Moment Please…’ it displayed. I waited a good half a minute until the gentleman on the other side of the speaker box decided to rudely give his guidance again, “Pump 7 is FastPay only!!” I stormed into the store to confront the discourteous bastard and found a crater face teenager manning the register.
“You have to pay at the pump”, he says.
“I tried”, I replied.
“Return the nozzle to the pump before you attempt it.”
“Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” The little shit shrugged his shoulders; I felt like punching him in the face but that would have been too easy. “Can I just pay here, then?” I asked.
“Nope, have to pay at the pump.” Again, I toyed with the idea of breaking his fucking nose.
I angrily returned to my vehicle and attempted the whole process again; this time with the nozzle returned to its holster. Only the screen was still stuck on the ‘One Moment Please…’ stage. Fuuuuuck!! I fidgeted with the nozzle and pushed button after button until the screen returned to the initial stage. Finally!! I swiped my card again. ‘Car Wash?’ I looked at my car. It was definitely time for a car wash. I pushed the ‘Yes’ button. ‘ULT +’ it read. What the fuck did ULT + mean? I looked up at the small sign that read ‘Car Washes’ and underneath it read the 4 types of washes including ‘Ultimate Plus’. Piece of shit FastPay. Why the fuck would it abbreviate anything when there was plenty of room on the screen? That’s just retarded. Anyway, I went with the deluxe wash. ‘Please select grade and begin pumping’ Fucking finally.
I pumped until the car could take no more and returned the nozzle. I shook it in its holster to make sure that it would register as returned. I waited. And waited. And waited. ‘Receipt in the store’. My eyes popped, I couldn’t fucking believe it. Pay at the pump, get your receipt in the store? Doesn’t that defeat the very fucking purpose of this FastPay system? Un-be-fucking-lievable. I, again, stormed into the store. “What’s the point of pre-pay if I have to come inside to get my receipt”, I asked; yelling more than asking.
The little shit looked at his computer screen and replied, “It’s because you got a car wash.” I held my tongue. He printed out a receipt and handed it to me. “Code at the bottom.” I snatched the piece of paper from his hand and stood there staring for a while. He didn’t dare look up at me. Good thing, cause I’m not sure if I could have held back my fist a third time. I stormed out, got into my car, drove away, and vowed never to return to pump number 7.
25 Things that Infuriate Me
As the title states, here is a list of 25 things that piss me off. This list was yet another brainchild of my friends to ease my anger in a way that is safe for everyone involved. Please bare in mind that this list is in no particular order as I tend to hate all things equally.
- No return policies
- Extended warranties
- Student drivers; was I that slow?
- Elderly drivers; will I be that slow?
- All other slow drivers
- Having to adjust the volume when I change radio stations
- Hot chocolate from Tim Horton’s; should be called “Burn your tongue chocolate”
- People that stare and wait for me to laugh after they’ve told a stupid joke
- My Debt
- Elevator Music
- Shitty movies
- Being a good procrastinator
- Photo radar
- Having to pay Photo radar tickets
- Batteries and their habit of dieing when you need really need them
- The fact that dogs are now fashion accessories; stupid hilton and her stupid dog
- Dogs that wear more bling than me; stupid hilton and her stupid dog
- Bad luck and the abundance of it
- Good luck and the lack of it
- Hot weather
- Cold weather
- People that blame there farts on me; own up, people!!
- The loud ass scratchy noise that corrupted downloaded music makes; and yes I know this is illegal but who doesn’t do it?
- Sheets coming off the mattress
- Inflation
- Movies that glorify serial killers
- Cold pizza; how can people eat that?
- Umbrellas on windy days; more of a hindrance I say
- Insomnia
- Celebrities and sports figures that retire only to return in a couple of years
- Unfunny commercials that try to be funny; recent Best Buy commercials
- Arguing with stubborn people
I know I said 25 things but I was on a roll. In fact I’ll probably add more to this list in the future as there’s still alot of things that I’d like to add. Apparently, it doesn’t take much to piss me off. I guess I can see the point of these lists.
About FuriousFrank.com
My name is Frank and I have anger issues. I don’t know why I have anger issues, I just do. It’s been like this ever since I was young as I use to have terrible migraines as a child and the smallest noise would anger me. I suppose that my fury just simply progressed from there. Good news is, I don’t get migraines anymore. The friends that I have been able to keep have often suggested that I go see a counselor for it but, I refuse to believe that I’m actually that bad.
Sure I once threw a chair across a restaurant because I thought some jerk off had a staring problem. But I missed. And, yes I did hit some kid with my car because he threw a snowball at me. But the kid walked it off. In fact, I think I did the two gentlemen a great deed in those examples. The restaurant guy is now aware of his staring problem and the kid will think twice next time he picks up a snowball; this could save them both from a lot of future beatings. See, I’m just a regular productive member of society.
Anyway, to appease my friends I have agreed to create this weblog. They actually suggested a simple book journal but, being the tech savvy person that I am, I decided to go digital. I now invite you all to join me in my frequent ramblings of life; I’ll try to keep this blog G rated but no promises. Lets just consider ourselves lucky that I’m able to edit.