What Happens to Your Website When You Die?
Never thought I would be asking myself this question. Have you?
Marshall Johnson, a good friend and mentor of mine died about a year ago. For 6 or so years we worked next to each other and shared an office. Finally about a year before Marshall passed we each got our own offices. Something we talked about or actually dreamed about for years like it would never happen. Marshall Dean Johnson pretty much was there for me every time I had a question about HTML or working with .jpgs and .gifs
- I don’t understand why God took him so early but I feel like God put him in my life for a reason. I’m thankful for that.
Eventually after he died his domain name expired. So after checking the Whois I noticed that Mr. Greg at Web Your Business in Loveland, Colorado grabbed it before some spammer could get a hold. Freaking lucky for Marshall, and me. I’ll cut to the chase and just say Webyourbusiness is providing free hosting for Marshalls website Bathopshere.com -
So today was Marshall’s day. After receiving the ftp info from WYB I downloaded Marshalls old website from Saw.net and uploaded it to the new server today.
Marshall, your back online dude!
Viva La Bathosphere!
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Said this on February 18th, 2007 at 3:00am:What happens to your website… it dies unless your a MAN* like Marshall Johnson, his buddy and Mr. Greg this women (who has done the research) knows it’s the real deal and me and many other family members will link this story for their own reasons.
I say men as I started my rise in the early ’70’s. A good Catholic Sicilian girl raised by men who cared nothing about head-smart they knew heart-smart is all that mattered. My father and he was a union leader of men who held position in the trades. My hero uncle couldn’t read but you can’t buy class or heart. Sicilian men don’t run a household no matter what business there in and Sicilian daughters can not get married and be executives, their sons can be gay but they better not be a kiss a** and nobody will grab their a**. They are very private, and have a intricate method of how much you know their souls. They were businessmen and laborers but if you spoke of money (Yours) they would say people tell on themselves. Either he’s insecure or he’s laying the groundwork to try and take yours. If he spoke of how much he could make you (He had no respect) and if so far he hadn’t come knockin’ with his elbows (meaning you have paid the second time so he’s the guy that comes over to your house at dinnertime but he’s never carrying anything–broke or cheap) broke meant he should have been humble enough to thank you the first time and not been willing to sit the next). They would call woman a tramp if she would sleep with you to trick you out your money but otherwise they didn’t like name calling like slut or faggot. Everybody should be in the closet about what goes on in their bedroom. I have gay uncles but no wondered or talked about anybody’s sexual practices. So the men who came into the home that honored a friend or shared something with man that honored the friend where the man they respected. When the old, old men who might have perhaps you think have made money by being a “bookie” but where in wheelchairs now would wave one of my uncles over and they would say, He’s a good boy Uncle Vito and Uncle Vito would nod, then the “good boy” would shake his hand and before the old guy nodded back off to sleep he tell everyone “That’s a good boy”.
So Marshall and Uncle Chuckie please ask all the angels to save my baby.
It’s the morning after Valentine’s Day. It’s the mid-point of the anniversaries of 2 beloved uncles passing. It’s a way for me to keep breathing in and out as I wonder if my son will ever be able to talk to me again. He has become a man I’ve grown to not be proud of him, I’m proud to know him. We had taken every twist and turn necessary to arrive at the point transending to mutual respect and admiration for our intrigity, work ethics and could laugh at ourselves. He’s confined to a mental institution and I don’t know if he has had a transient, stress-related melt-down or schizophrenia. He cannot have any emotional stimulation. He does have a young wife who trusts his “best friend” who parasitically bleed his dying mother of every basic possession” including gold-fillings that had fallen out of their teeth.
My mother is in the hospitial being tested for cancer of the kidney.
My dad’s baby sister is in the final stages of her cancer. It is his little brothers that we have lost. I hurt for him as I weep about my aunt, her husband and my beloved uncle, her son, a younger cousin who has been so cute and funny that I’ve failed many times to be the more responsible one. He’s recently became a father and I have been so exicted about watching him develop into the parent I know he’ll be. He’s had an exciting life of wandering across the country, living off the land, traveling with rock bands and my aunt HAS been thrilled he has moved to “other side”. I’ve been waiting to tease him as he mocked me when I moved for fast-paced, glam-glitter wardrobe to put on my hat. Now I am praying to be able to find the right words to comfort him and dread the moment we will be sobbing together as my father and his mother have just recently.
I’ve been writing a newsletter spotlighting the gifts she has given us.
With no mention of why the children and grandchildren of her sisters and brothers have gathered it shall be a roast and a toast. And shall benchmark the move from family newsletters and serve as our family tree and a wonderful means for not only our family but other family to provide the rich history of the people that have come before.
Most people called Uncle Chuckie “Rocky” the old men for Graziano and the young men to show respect pretended it was because of “Rocky” Stallone. So I would want the web site to open with the Rocky Theme song. I’m looking forward to doing business with you…..
I need as quickly as possible a base price of a web site that can grow like myspace, blogsable?, email capacity of 25 that could grow rapidly as it is a large family and I’m not sure of how many 14 years and under members we have.
Also, what I don’t know in web design..I do know and have extensive experience in business operations, development and before just as I got to the apex of the glass tower I realized I would change forever. Oh, there is no bigger thrill than getting your own office. Sorry, but to arrive at the status of POWER WOMAN and look at HP and all the buzz about the progress woman (SMART men)in politics,blah, blah Men can no longer slap my a** but they sure can be a big pain There is sti have made in Goverment in woman and the I had seen REAL “Shakers and Movers of the Good Ol’ Boys and the “Pioneer Power Woman” their throats had no signs of having gotten cut big boys had gotten their throat I left the rat-race, cut-throat, back-stabbing world of corporate exective management skills (Controller, Treasurer)with fian