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Howard Dean is blogging for Lessig this week.

Accoding to the bizarre Popular Baby Names database, the popularity of my name peaked in 1991 when 29317 female babies in America were named Amanda. Your tax dollars at work.

Move over NaNoWriMo, it’s the 3-day novel writing contest.

If I didn’t already love my job so much, I’d want to track rubber duckies for a living.

Your street pot is way better than this stuff.

Lasagne is British.

Few things are as depressing as knowing that you have no blog to post to (indeed no site to post to), yet writing blog entries all the same.

Soon after this post I realised that atlantic.net had not in fact changed my personal information on my domain registration. Sure, they renewed the domain for me, but as far as the registrant is concerned, I am not the owner of etches-johnson.com, “a Feature Price customer” is. And if that’s not bad enough, the contact email filed with the registrant is an unknown, non-existent address, which I only found out about after sending a message to it and having it bounce back a week later.

And now atlantic.net claim that the entity formerly known as Feature Price have restricted their access to the old servers, which is why all former Feature Price hosted sites are down. BUT, and this one just blows my socks right off, if you sign up for one of atlantic.net’s hosting plans, they will have your site up within 24-72 hours. Interesting how they manage that, what with no access to the old servers. Bastards.

The irony, of course, is that my situation is easily rectifiable, all they have to do is update the contact and DNS info for my domain, which has nothing at all to do with their access to the old servers, but they’d rather hold out until I just cave in and buy hosting from them, which is simply NOT going to happen.

I’ve ranted. I usually make a concerted effort to keep this a rant-free space, but the full impact of the sheer sleaziness of the hosting world has overwhelmed me. I’ll recover.