Rantings Diversified

And my favorite…

A long long time ago in a land far far away there was a monster cat terrorizing the kind people of the village.  This monster cat would lure the kind folk into a false sense of security by acting all nice and kitty like.  What with all his purring and rubbing up against you.  He would playfully bat at cat toys and bring smiles to the faces of all who knew him.  But behind this cute facade was a feline terrorist, trained by The Real IRA, The Tamil Tigers, ETA and FARC.  The worst kind of cat.
It would usually start just around sunrise about a half hour before the kind people of the village would arise.  It starts with the monster cat running full speed ahead through the peoples houses.  From one end to another the monster cat would run.  This early morning preambulation at speed is followed by the knocking over of things.  When the moster cat rears it’s ugly head nothing is safe.  Pies left to cool overnight were found on the floor with monster cat sized bites taken out of them.  Knick knacks all over the village feared being knocked to grouind.  Drapes and blinds steeled themselves against the ensueing onslaught
The poor villagers were awakened by the din of the monster cat just before their alarm clocks sounded.  They laid in their beds rueing the minute they had to emerge and survey the damage.  Each morning they had to clean their houses and fix the damage caused by the monster cat.
The elders of the village would gather and try to figure out how to rid the village of the monster cat.  Many ideas were bantered about.  They tried many and varied ways to rid themselves of this curse.  They tried waggeling their fingers at the monster cat.  Nothing.  They tried yelling at it when it did bad things.  No good.  One of the more creative ideas was the water cannons set up all over the village.  This proved to be only a temporary solution.  Nothing worked.  None were successful.
So the villagers decided to just live with the monster cat.  As things would have it, monster cat turned out to be a really nice cat and everyone lived happily ever after

My domain name and my hosting package was due for renewal a few days ago and being a bit skint I decided to just let it die a dignified death.  I know I have not been very active in the posting deptartment but that has all changed now.
You see, I was in a bar in Mombassa the other day and who should stumble in but My Pal Ron.   It has been a few years since I saw him last.  Ron was one of the best.  Years of whiskey and being on the run clearly has taken it’s toll on him.  We spoke of old times and shared a bottle.  We joked about the running gun battles in Belfast and the riots we incited in Cyprus.  We laughed about all African nations we helped destablize.  Eventually our talk moved to the internet and I mentioned that I was letting my blog go because I couldn’t afford the domain and hosting costs.  It was at this point that the old RonI knew started to peek through.
He had an idea.
We left the bar and went to a small discreet internet cafe.  There he hacked logged into my hosting account and was able to back up all my files as well as doing a database dump.  Since my blog was hosted in Bulgaria Ron thought it best if it remained in Europeland.  Less oversight than some other places.  We considered putting it on some NATO servers in Germany and maybe a financial company in London but finally decided on a small server farm in Dublin.  In this way there is less of a chance of being found out.  We were able to rewrite the logs so as to cover our tracks.
Now came the hard part.  We had to figure out how to get my domain name away from the Bulgarians and register it under a false name in a quiet and out of the way place.  Ireland!  Nobody would ever think to look for me there.  After considering a small company in the Basque region of Spain we found the perfect patsy.  It is a small software development company co-owned by Sharon Ní Bheoláin and Willie O’Dea.  We paid for it with a credit card that Ron stole picked up from a Canadian couple he met in Oslo.
So Rantings Diversified shall continue into the future and I’ll pay more attention to posting.
You’ll see.