The Queen's Rambles

I’m in a piss poor mood because I am having major, major website troubles and I am way in over my head. Some fucking hacker broke into my sites and put a piece of malicious code on all the static html pages. I can see it. I don’t know how to fix it. I used to understand how to work ftp and all that, but for the past several years I’ve just used the webFTP on my host’s site. They did away with that and now I don’t have a fucking freaking clue how to upload files. I finally got Firefox FTP to work, but then I started getting Codec errors. I think it’s a scam though because every time I click the link to resolve the errors I end up at a site selling software.

I’m ready to get a machete and take out some vigilante justice on any and all hackers. They think they are just sitting around in a room having fun or possibly making money. It’s just a game to them. They don’t realize some stressed out, over worked, dumbass mother is about to have a nervous breakdown because she’s totally helpless when a piece of shit hacker ruins her digital property. My website has been up for 12 years, maybe 13? I’ve always relied on the kindness of internet friends, but all my internet friends are now grownups with responsibilities. None of us have time to sit around fiddling with hinky dinky website stuff.

I need to go have a stiff drink. Are you allowed to drink alcohol after a wisdom tooth extraction? Even that didn’t go as planned! I was going to chill out with my iPod while the doctor worked on me for an hour. Instead, he numbed me up, yanked out the tooth and sent me on my way. I was literally home 20 minutes after I pulled out of my driveway. Can’t complain about that too much, actually. How sad is it when you are looking forward to your oral surgery as your relaxation time?

He told me that if a dentist ever tries to tell me to get the bottom wisdom teeth removed that they should call him and he’ll give them an earful. Apparently they are sitting on a nerve and removing them could destroy my whole face. Wouldn’t that be fun? I really liked this guy in the five minutes I got to know him. I’m all for not having a destroyed face.