Sweet Jesus I am confused.

The joint went down yesterday while I was at work.

People started messaging me and emailing to let me know.

I thank you all for that.

Then some other people started letting me know what the problem was.

I thank you for that very much also.

Unfortunately, I don’t speak geek and every bit of it went straight over my head.

So when I went on break at work I called the tech line at the hosting company.

I figure for the obscene amount of money they charged me to host this blog, I’ll call their asses at two in the morning if I need to.

It took quite a while but it got fixed.

The domain name somehow shit the bed.

I already had another one that I bought but it never got transferred to this blog.

Now it is.

So if you can read this post, please bookmark

Bustednuckles.net Bookmark It

Edit,

I just got off the phone with Irish and there was a bunch of confusion.

I swear you should only have to type Bustednuckles.net and hit search to get here.

Apparently that somehow still points to the old site.

Fuck if I know.

It’s supposed to redirect here.

Anyways,

Bustednuckles.net

If you happen to also have a blog and I am on the blogroll, PLEASE update the link to point to here.

When I got home and went to my old site, The Vulgar Curmudgeon on Blogger, to update it there, it was all fucked up too!

It took me a good twenty minutes of investigation and trial and error before I could update it over there.

Just now, I had to cancel a Redirect from the old Bustednuckles .com to here because it was pointing to the temporary domain.

Then for the life of me I couldn’t get back on here until I signed into something.

THEN!, I couldn’t get back into the WordPress version of Bustednuckles again.

I don’t know whether to shit or go blind at this point!

I also have some other news in the works but it’s been a very long and very stressful day.

I tried going back in here and reloading the images that disappeared but that ain’t happening because those posts were associated with the old web address and that is history now.

I can’t get to them to edit them.

So I get to start completely over from motherfucking scratch yet again!

UPDATE;

As soon as I published this I went to the home page and lo and behold now I have the ability to go back in and replace some of the missing GIF’s and video’s from earlier posts.

Yay!

I try not to let this shit get to me, I really do.

Because if I let it get to me, I would have already blown a fucking gasket and stroked out.

So stay tuned, there is more to come, I’m positive.

I’m still testing to see if the hosting got the domain name transferred and if I can actually post yet.

They said it may take several hours for their servers to get shit straightened out but I’m an impatient bastard. If this does actually work, bookmark Bustednuckles.net.

This bullshit is far from over and it’s sounding like I am going to be moving to yet another hosting service but that is going to take some time.

No, can’t say that I remember that one although it wouldn’t surprise me.

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

I hate to admit it but this would be way more excitement than I could handle at this stage of the game and this guy doesn’t look like any Spring Chicken himself.

I wouldn’t even be able to get out of the car after taking this pounding.

My mind absolutely refuses to try and comprehend the thought process involved here and you can be DAMN SURE that I wouldn’t be stupid enough to walk up next to this complete fucking moron so I could take pictures either.

Gotta admit the crazy old fucker knows how to twist their tails.

I wonder what that was all about?

When nothing less than 100% will do.

I’m glad to see that I am not the only one who is.

You need to go read this post ASAP and then watch the video if you have time.

I have introduced you to Cliff High here on these pages before.

All I am going to say here is that if you think things are bad now you need to start thinking about tying yourself to the mast to survive the coming storm.

I scored a whole bunch of old stuff from Chuck across the street that he was just going to take to the scrap yard.

Right now it’s scattered about out in the Disaster Zone but a small sample would be a vintage Craftsman cutting torch with one Craftsman oxygen regulator and another brand of acetyline regulator, six old school twisty hand braces with an entire Ammo box full of auger bits, old chisels and punches, sockets, wrenches and I even found a vintage 3/8’s Snap On breaker bar in one box. In good condition no less.

Two small vintage pipe vises, a medium sized tool box chock full of different kinds of pulleys, an actual antique bench grinder that looks like you could either drive it with a V bet or a leather flat belt that bolts to a bench,plus a bunch of other stuff like a small Jack Shaft with a pulley that actually has small babbit pillow block bearings on it and a junked out air compressor that worked but someone took the regulator off of.

I told him I didn’t want the tank so he took the motor and compressor head off and that’s all I wanted.

That motor is going to get mounted on something like my big drill press. Air compressor motors have got some power behind them.

There is also this massively heavy cast iron piece off of something he was using as a weight to hold his little car port cover down with. I have no idea what it’s off of but whatever it was had to be huge. It’s flat on one side, has four threaded holes on the other side that look like 1 inch pipe thread and it was something that flipped up and down off the side of some big ass machine.

Heavy?

Um, yeah. I can think of a couple of uses for that.

This is just part of it and he has a shit load more over there.

He was just going to throw everything in the back of his truck and haul it off for scrap.

I gave him ten times more than he would ever get for scrap for any of it and now I have to get serious about making some room.

He has tool boxes full of vintage wrenches and other hand tools plus some other vintage equipment that I will be more than happy to take off his hands and clean up.

This is how I like to entertain myself.

Cleaning up rusty nasty old tools and shit and making them useful again.

My bucket of EvapORust is about to get a serious work out.