7/2/03
I ran out of room.
The company that owns the server that houses this Web site says I only deserve 10 MB of space. That means that I had to delete most of the video content on site. I hated to do it because I know that many of you really like the multimedia stuff on the site.
I know I could pay more money and get on a server with more room. However we don't really have a lot of change to throw around now that our daycare costs are about to double. Oh, I know, boo hoo hoo. But I do have to maintain some fiscal discretion otherwise Debbie will hurt me. Heck, I even put up a link to Amazon (scroll down on the home page) that would allow people to give us money if they felt like it. This was in lieu of trying to slip another $20 a month bill past my wife.
Tacky? Presumptuous? Pretentious?
Oh, yeah.
Do I believe that we'll get money?
Nope (not really).
But I've seen these links on other sites and I was curious about the process.
The setup was easy and free so I went ahead and did it. If you are offended
then you should click on the link and pay me $2,000 er, $3,000 to take
it off the page. On the other side of the coin, if you think it was a good idea,
click on the link and give 'til it hurts.
I also dumped the, "What are we listening to?" page. If you feel that it was an important part of the site (heh), then write me and I'll reinstate it. I just thought you'd want more pictures of the kids than anything else. And if you're already asking yourself, "Why doesn't Greg just dump some of these stupid posts?" then I'll answer by reminding you that these files are the smallest in size of any on the server. Oh sure, they've started to add up over the past few months. But I'm sure you'll agree that maintaining the complete library of these posts is an obligation I have to every man, woman and child able to control a mouse.
I'll wait a second while you wipe that drop of bile that just seeped a little out of your mouth when you wretched.
All done?
Good.
I talked to my neighbor, Ted, this evening. He was giving me lawn tips. His grass looks like some kind of prototype developed by the Pentagon to look perfect following a nuclear attack. Agriculture is his job. He knows what he's doing. What's more, he said he'd mix up a special cocktail of heavy duty herbicides to spray on my lawn so that I might have a chance at a post-apocalypse lawn like his. I can't wait to get the stuff on my grass. He said I'd need rubber boots and personal protective equipment to apply it.
Cool.