Impromptu Podcast 39: Without Me, My Domain is Nothing. Without My Domain, I am Nothing.

Ever been declared dead and had to prove yourself still alive? That's kinda what I felt like this past week after having my domain redirect go wonky and then having some well-meaning, but ineffective, people try to fix it, followed by my ultimate decision to transfer... six days of HELL.
And on the seventh day, I realized my domain was more than my address, it was my home. Funny I discovered the problem while staying out of town at a hotel. That's what my online life has felt like all week.
Included in this Impromptu Podcast is a short pre-recorded piece based on the Marine Creed called My Rifle. I have adapted it to suit my feelings toward my domain.

lovehate: This is MY domain name

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After a recent glitch at my registrar, I had to transfer my domain. I can honestly say that the process of just waiting six days while nothing happened to expedite the transfer was painful... I never longed for my analytics stats so much. The email sent by my original registrar said my domain would be transferred in five days, and to only respond if I want to cancel the transfer. Now I know they are really only trying to serve my best interests by giving me such protection, but certainly there has to be a loophole, or at least a phone number, whereby I could have hastened the process.

There will be a podcast soon about how my domain has now become my new confirmation name (any other lapsed Catholics out there?), but, until then, I leave you with my version of the US Marine Creed as re-written for the newfound attachment I have with my domains. Put your best Full Metal Jacket filters on while reading.

My Domain

This is my domain
There are many like it, but this one is MINE.
My domain is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.

My domain without me is useless. Without my domain, I am useless.
I must update my content true.
I must post more intelligently than the commenter who is trying to quell me.
I must bury him before he buries me. I will...

My domain and myself know that what counts on Web is not the words we fire,
the noise of our backgrounds, nor the flash interfaces we make.
We know it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My domain is human, even as I, because it is my life.

Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its CNAME, its redirects, its scripts, its subdomains, its sites, and its analytics.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of Denial of Service attacks and expiry.
I will keep my domain unique and steady, even as I am unique and steady.
We will become part of each other. We will...

Before WEB I swear this creed.

My domain and myself are the defenders of free thought.
We are the masters of our spammers.
We are the saviors of pop culture.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but NET NEUTRALITY.