Finally, After Ten Thousand Years of Down Time!

Okay, I am only exaggerating with the banner head.

So my domain host has finally risen from the ashes. After several days of religiously checking on my blog site and being annoyed, er…make that frustrated upon knowing that it was “time for the site’s regular check ups” as admonished by a picture of a lady with a big mouth open wide ready to swallow the sweet cum juice of my throbbing above average schlong in a striking medical check up stance, I can finally heave a sigh and yes, slash the blog backlogs that I’ve been itching to cut down ever since my site went kaput.

I know, I don’t have any bastardly right to complain since the domain host is basically gratis. I.ph is a free blog site catered mainly for the Pinoy demographic (although non-Filipinos are also welcome) with a penchant for blogging (newbies and professionals alike) and as it harks in its website, is a perfect “domain name for individuals.” I was attracted primarily because the domain name is too short and thus, would be a perfect tool to have the blog site easily remembered. Also, unlike other blog domain hosts offering free blog site hosting, it is not yet blocked by my company’s restricting IT department and hence, more time for me to tinker on it and perchance write a sleazy Johnny-is-doing-this-as-of-the-moment post during loooooooooong avail time at work.

Allow me to digress: I just cannot comprehend why for the love of gawd, these IT freaks, or maybe as directed by the 1984-ish (geez…I really have to grab a copy of that Orwell novel already) companies themselves, keep on blocking sites left and right much to the detriment of their employees. I mean, c’mon capitalistic folks, do you really think we’d be more productive without us accessing Friendster or Multiply or Facebook perhaps? Do you even have any solid proof or a study conducted indicating the inverse correlation of a company’s productivity and the manpower’s narcissistic thirst to ogle at their put-on faces on social sites or browse through their boring lives as chronicled in Wordpress? The answer of course is a screaming NADA! Our performance in the daily rigorous work routine lies not in checking how many proletariats viewed our Friendster profile or how many hits our latest post about bitching a much-frenzied pseudo-literati novel got. We are an intelligent working class whose amount of toilsome duty can only be perked up by a just and equal motivation. And by that, we mean the things that we get from you every 15th and 30th. So go fuck off you shameless scumbugs and continue not in curtailing our right to write a new blog post or satiate our hunger to see our beautiful, narcissistic selves in the famed social sites for East Asians while at work!

Whew! So much about the right to express. Anyway, going back to the topic, I signed up to this free blog site because I thought it was a wise move to have a domain name so short just so people you bug to check your site would recall its name the next time they think of checking it out for lack of something better to do. What is even an added bonus is how the domain looks like your very own paid domain, not something offered for free, because of its extreme shortness (only three letters). Not that I like everything delivered to me free of charge. Of course, I have plans of having the site upgraded to premium service but for now, I am in the state of getting a general feel of it, like how Microsoft releases a beta version of an OS only to overhaul the damn stupid machine to fix a lot of bugs and glitches. Sadly though, my current sentiment speaks more of jumping to another ship rather than stay on with the cruise if the unfortunate looooonnng downtime that occurred would be regarded as the basis.

I have asked a lot of people and their two-cents-worth is going Wordpress because (1) it’s the fastest rising blog domain providing free hosting and (2) Google always lists Wordpress first among other host providers during word searches. (e.g. I’ve tried to Google lio loco once, and what do you know, my dead Wordpress account came out on top of my moniker search and this site was only listed on page 2 already.) Only problem is, the famed domain host is actually being blocked by our unreasonable sonuvabitch IT freaks. Plus of course the fact that I’ve already poured out a lot of good stuff in this site and moving to another domain means starting anew again, devoid of old posts and annoying your friends again with petty litanies of “Hey, I’ve moved to a new blog site already. Check the new site, will you?”.

So I guess I’ll give this domain host a chance to prove its worth and hang on for a few more months. If I find the service quite okay and the downtime is reasonably kept to a minimum, I’m ready to forget the lame “medical check up” excuse and embrace a new relationship with I.ph. I really hope I’m wrong in thinking that this domain hosting site is only as good as it looks like. Here then is the list of my blog backlogs:

• One of my close friends, Tina, gave birth to a cute mirthful angel by the name of Gwyneth Chance. The apartment has been filled with amusingly annoying (well, annoying in a positive way I guess) ruckus of attention spans and giddy curiousness ever since Tina’s little baby girl entered the abode.

• I had a “smelly” Powerbooks experience just recently with a person who does not know what primitive “tawas” is for and a Jessica Zafra fan whose over-acting giddiness qualifies her to an eternal stay in Mandaluyong’s asylum halls while I was reserving a copy of Rowling’s Tales of Beedle the Bard.

• I also want to share my encounter with fraud evangelists harking their prophecies inside buses and what I think about such vapid entrails of society.

• Likewise, I will post a rundown of queer reasons why I love Manila with all the “throbbing veins in my bivalve coronary organ.” LOL! You do know I am using sarcasm at its convoluted Stephenie Meyer’s best, right?

• As usual, I am also thinking of writing my recent drinking marathon with my beer buddies and how we ended up ogling at Cristine Reyes’s uh…ahem…”bosom buddies” and how oh-fuckin’-sonuvabitchingly convincing she was in her portrayal of Eva Fonda. Now you know why our rape statistics is alarmingly orgasmic.

• I just watched the Dream Match in oh-so-fuckin-greedy GMA what with all those barrage of TV commercials (We have yet to subscribe to a cable service but it’s already on its works. Right, Tina? LOL!) and yes, Virginia, I won a hefty sum bet. Sometimes, life, indeed, can be very sweet!

Meanwhile, excuse me for a moment while I pick up my sanity and compose worthy posts devoid of roaring rants and bitchy backstabbing.

I’ll be right back after this short slew of commercial constipations.