Control

It’s an illusion. Weather you control your site, control your brand or control your own employment; you are at risk. All those cozy, warm feelings go away when you see it. When you see the white screen of death. No CSS. No WordPress. No idea.

All those cool graphics I worked on and toiled over for hours are now a billion pixels with the the value of #ffffff. All those beautiful functions I connected on pages I edited in folders I created. And it’s not an error code or “error on line 298 column 43 “expected semicolon.”

Don’t you dare act like you haven’t done that.

But despare not. You can have it all back! A quick (+45 minutes or more wait time) to your host to find out you’ve reached your “traffic cap,” or “data limit,” or “resources,” or “website whammy.” I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit. I’m calling bullshit. These clowns are playing a shell game and expect you to dance to thier tune.

So if you have an ecommerce site that has 500k traffic, host assumes you make x amount of money and thus charges you y. Run a blog with a dinky logo whipped up in MSpaint (RIP MSpaint) and photos you pulled off someone’s site and you get charged z because you’re not making money off the site. That’s the definition of a racket.

What I’m getting at is being punished for success. Punishment in the form of outtages and it’s bullshit. I can’t be the only one that has come to this conclusion.

I’m not pointing the finger in this post because there’s more to this story then what I’m putting out. I’m so pissed.

I’m too angry to end this post with a high note, and against my better judgement, I’m just going to publish it.