My webhost, Webhostingpad (the Ralph Wiggum of webhosts), cancelled my account and deleted my files based on a request from someone with a different name and a different email address than mine because, why not? And did they send a notice of this to the official email address they have on file for me. Ha ha. They sent it to the person who made the request. Hilarious!
When I finally got it straightened out, the best they could do was put the website back the way it was in 2011 because that was the last time they backed it up.
They explained to me that once the website grows over a certain size they stop backing it up, and I should have known that because it was in that one million word listing of terms I agreed to when I signed on and clicked “OK.” Do they tell you they are going to stop backing up? Of course not. God I hate them. So, All of the posts and your brilliant comments for the last 2 years are now gone…like tears…in the rain (Blade Runner reference). Well, lots to do – I gotto go
Anonymous donors pay off Kmart layaway accounts
OMAHA, Neb. – The young father stood in line at the Kmart layaway counter, wearing dirty clothes and worn-out boots. With him were three small children.
He asked to pay something on his bill because he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford it all before Christmas. Then a mysterious woman stepped up to the counter.
“She told him, `No, I’m paying for it,’” recalled Edna Deppe, assistant manager at the store in Indianapolis. “He just stood there and looked at her and then looked at me and asked if it was a joke. I told him it wasn’t, and that she was going to pay for him. And he just busted out in tears.”
At Kmart stores across the country, Santa seems to be getting some help: Anonymous donors are paying off strangers’ layaway accounts, …more…
One of the three big oak trees in the front was leaning over the house. I’ve been meaning to take it down before it fell onto Amanda’s room – a bad thing. Since tree guy is already here, I guess now’s the time. This is the tree that the carpenter ants were living in while they ate my porch. You could see them marching in a perfect line from porch to tree all day long. I’m hoping that with one of these oak trees gone, I might be able to grow some grass in front. As usual, click on on the picture to embigen.
Busy, busy, busy. The poplar tree is almost down. Too bad. It was a nice tree. But every year it’s been leaning a little more toward the dining room, and frightening me just that much more. Here it is in stick form – click to embigen. If I walked out into the backyard and took the picture, you could see how much it’s leaning, but that smacks of effort. And it’s cold out there. And I’d have to put my pants on. It’s just all too much.
The concrete slab in the basement has been sinking as long as we’ve lived here, so I hired some guys to come out and pump a slurry of sand, cement and my money into holes drilled into the basement floor to fill the void and raise the slab a little. They can’t raise it all the way because the previous owner built a bathroom down there & put in about 3″ of concrete on the floor. But they can at least fill the void below the slab and keep it from sinking any more – and raise it a little. There is currently about 8″ of air between the bottom of he concrete floor and the soil. So every year, the slab slips down a little more. This should stop it. They started Tuesday, but it was raining and they use a machine that they fill with a couple tons of slurry and drive down the hill to the back. But it was slipping, so after 6 hours and 12 trips back and forth, they quit. They are coming back Monday and should finish.
Then there’s the bedroom. It’s been the home of 3 teenage boys over the years. Erin and Gabe gave cleaning it up a shot while they were living there, but it’s really too far gone for mere painting to fix. So I had the CDC come out in their haz-mat suits and purge the room with flames and priests. After the floor is leveled somewhat I need to paint the room, probably about 28 coats, buy a carpet, have it installed, and put up a door. I guess I’d better get moving so that it’s done before Brian, Susan, Nick and Dane get here…in one week. Oh, and I’ve bought no Christmas presents yet. I gotta go…
Gabe and Erin were married yesterday! The weather was perfect. It was a beautiful, sunny, and unseasonably warm December day. The ceremony was at our house out on our evergreen festooned lower deck. After the ceremony, the whole wedding party went to an Italian restaurant. Bride and groom stayed at a Hilton in Northern Virginia, and spent the next day sightseeing in D.C. Julian spent a fun-filled day with grandma. Pictures coming soon. No, really. Soon…ish…
[Update 12/7] I uploaded some pictures right out of my camera, including some that could benefit from some time spent in Photoshop. Let all the thumbnails load, then open the first one, and use your arrow key to move to the next. I’ll fix it up and make it better soon.
Stayed up until about midnight watching the Spartans blow their lead in the championship game and lose out on a trip to Pasadena. So my question is what was any MSU player doing within even 40 yards of the punter?
Besides the end result, I was also disgusted with the Fox sports announcers. I want sports announcers that inform and don’t get all shouty and over-excited, like Fox News/Politics announcers. But, working for Fox, they probably can’t help it.
Anyway, stupid Spartans.
On a happy note, Gabe and Erin get married today! More on that later…
Last Saturday, November 26, 2011, this site was hacked by Kurds. That’s right, Kurds. Now I’ve always been what you might call agnostic about the Kurds, but after this, well, you can just imagine.
Brenda and I were at the Newseum in D.C. with the Rathes and Leslie when Erin called to say that Sussmans.com was flying the Kurdish flag. When we got home I contacted my web host to report the hack. They checked the site and said that the whole thing was radioactive with viruses and malware. All they could do was wipe the server’s hard drive and give me a new, empty website. It’s going to take many weeks to get things back, but that only makes sense since I’ve been annoying folks with this website since 1996. Problem is that all of your beautiful posts and comments are now lost…like tears…in the rain…[Blade Runner reference]
UPDATE: Hey! I found a backup of part of the site. I think I can restore most of the posts and comments!
Here’s my grandson Julian wearing one of my brother Gary’s old “Desserts” t-shirts. Desserts was the name of Gary’s band back in the early ’70s. So that would be like me wearing a medieval jerkin…or something. So old…so old…
Anyway, it fits Julian to a “T” - heh.
Speaking of Desserts, look what the google found: an ancient recording of “Bernadette” performed by Desserts several thousand years ago at the Royal Oak Music Theater (I think). “Bernadette” was one of my favorite Desserts songs back then. I’s a clever and catchy song about Motown Records leaving Detroit, using snippets of other Motown songs. It was written by Stuart Mitchell, and in this version, Gary Rosenberg is singing. Give it a listen. I believe Motown songwriter/artist Eddie Kendricks also recorded it in the early ’80s.
“Because The Tea Party loves Crazy more than they hate Blacks.” Now that’s pretty funny.
It is election day after all, albeit an off, off year election. But on the day that the “Screw the Middle Class Act” was defeated in Ohio, and the “Every Sperm is Sacred Act” was defeated in Mississippi, what could be better than a Mike Tyson video?