Kids, I would like talk about an epidemic raging through my house. Alcohol and domain registration don’t mix, one minute you think of something semi-witty to register and the next you are half-wittedly registering things like “hermitwhimsy.” And while the initial registration can be cheap, oh the savings! They get you on the renewals…damn rent!
I just finished a laugh like I haven’t had in ages, one that I needed today aftger the tragic school shootings in Connecticut. I generally try to ignore the frequent GoDaddy renewal notices that clutter up my in-box but since my office website was among those expiring, I logged into my account to see what else needed attention.
I should back up and say that I am a big picture kind of gal. I get very excited about an idea, forge ahead with some craziness and then peter out, move on to the next thing or clean up the vomit from which ever kid decided to yak on the couch this round of illness. Sometimes I get carried away and if I have had a few and I am logged on to my Go Daddy account, watch out. There is something intoxicating (Tequila perhaps?) about seeing your brilliant, one-of-a kind domain name in the large font and dazzling lights of the GoDaddy domain registration page. Dreams of riches (for what product exactly is usually still in the development stage) and grandeur fill my fingers as I register multiple domains, including the clever addition of “the” as a prefix to those gems most likely to be poached. Tonight, while sitting on the couch, trying to forget the tragedy of today’s events, both my husband and I nearly peed our pants reading through my domain names, some of which do not expire for several months, poachers beware!
On the NEXT page, there were gems such as “Hermitwhimsy,” at least I didn’t register “thehermitwhimsy” as well. While I am still waiting for that big offer from an anonymous bidder, I don’t think “livinglacountryloca” will be my ticket to a Robin Leach style retirement.
I believe the rash of fig registrations of 2012 was due to my pruning of my one (very nice) fig tree, though calling it a farm is a stetch and aren’t all figs fickle, lest they be available year round in non-Newton form. The bacon is self-explanatory, who doesn’t like bacon? Oh yes, the vegetarians, otherwise they couldn’t be vegetarians.
Also, my husband who is technologically more savvy than his funnier wife told me I could have taken a “screen shot” instead of a crappy picture from my cell phone. I will attach away, kind sir, since I don’t know how to use bluetooth either and once my domains start reselling, we will see who laughs last and best.
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