So, because it’s so goddamned easy to migrate now, I guess I can tell you what’s going on.

Uh, I’m not sure my original webhost is alive anymore?

Isekai’d

I love my original webhosting guy. He’s great. For so long, when I was absolutely terrified of doing this by myself— Hell. I might as well tell the story.

Originally my original website, icze4r.org, my first one, was hosted on Yahoo! Small Business. Yes, that. That long ago. And, they… I don’t recall if they had a problem with my content, or, I think I was running away from them because they outlawed NSFW on their servers.

So I wrote something about it.

And they blanked my webpage about it.

I got the fuck out of there right quick.

Following that, I searched for all sorts of webhosts.

Lots of them sucked. A Small Orange, for example, always seemed like some sort of indie bullshit upsell. They claimed, I believe, that what they were offering was good for the price.

Ain’t no price like ‘unlimited bandwidth’. And Dreamhost had a fit that I was using my mom’s credit card to try to buy hosting for a website, and they just did not give a shit.

So I went with the third option: a one-man option.

And now he ain’t answerin’ his e-mails. Or, rather, his tickets.

For the longest, I thought, well, maybe I should wait. He’s done this before. After all, this isn’t the first time he’s let the SSL certificate expire on his main webhosting landing page.

Which isn’t a good sign.

I don’t even really do that.

It’s been like that for 16 days or so.

Fuck.

So I sent him a ticket. Hasn’t been answered yet. June 19th, 2026, 1:16 a.m. That’s when I sent the ticket.

It’s June 22nd, 2026. 1:02 A.M.

I’m already half gone, dude.

Again, I feel bad, because, I don’t want to be disloyal? But, also, if my webhost guy is dead, or in the hospital (get well soon if that’s the case),

My fucking website just got linked by the Washington Post.

This ain’t no game, son!

Sorry, dude.

No hard feelings.

For what it’s worth, the webhosting was killer while it was happening. I was always afraid of this day, though.

UPDATE: Why I fear he’s dead

We have this thing we do. He sends me an invoice, I pay the invoice. It’s automated.

I… thought it was automated?

… because I was waiting for the June invoice.

It never came.

My server is still on. I cannot pay him for this month because, without him generating the invoice, I can’t pay it!

Again: no hard feelings, but that terrified me.

Imagine your website fuckin’ dying THE DAY THAT THE WASHINGTON POST WRITES ABOUT YOU.