I Hate It When That Happens.
Whoops.
I accidentally lost my favorite client's web site. My bad?
Well, I didn't lose it, per se. The domain expired. I've been crashed out hard-core today after working/partying for three nights while sick. And when I'm asleep, I don't hear phones. Just woke up to frantic messages from Shim Sham people: "Umm, hull-ooooohhh!? Where is our wehhhb-siiiiite?"
It's actually not really my fault since I never received a your-domain-is-about-to-expire email. Curious. The host company is pretty good about sending out barrages of shit's-gonna-go-down email weeks in advance.
Oh well. Problem isolated. Problem being fixed. Problem be gone. Soon.
I accidentally lost my favorite client's web site. My bad?
Well, I didn't lose it, per se. The domain expired. I've been crashed out hard-core today after working/partying for three nights while sick. And when I'm asleep, I don't hear phones. Just woke up to frantic messages from Shim Sham people: "Umm, hull-ooooohhh!? Where is our wehhhb-siiiiite?"
It's actually not really my fault since I never received a your-domain-is-about-to-expire email. Curious. The host company is pretty good about sending out barrages of shit's-gonna-go-down email weeks in advance.
Oh well. Problem isolated. Problem being fixed. Problem be gone. Soon.