Web Hosting: The Nightmare, Site5 versus BlueHost

For the longest time, I’ve spouted much love and support for my web host of over a decade, Site5.

The year was something like 2007, or even earlier. I recall they had a super sweet deal called “The Plan to End All Plans” for which they offered an unbelievable price for an unbelievable amount of web space. It was great. They even had a referral program for which I got a discount off each person I convinced to sign on with them.

I had no problem doing this, and most of my clients know that I’ve always been up front about this referral program. Their support staff were always, always, 100% helpful. I never had any issues with getting set up, and for all the dumb questions I’d throw their way, there was a patiently explained and understandable answer. To say that I was a fan of Site5 is fair. Or an understatement.

Then they switched their Backstage to a different platform. This took out the referral program, which was fine. Things seemed okay for the most part, and I didn’t think too much about it.

Fast-forward to early this year, where I had recently recommended Site5 again to a client. Perhaps I had gotten so used to living in the smaller pond, but when this client started outgrowing their hosting, I spent a bit more time talking to support.

I had also started experiencing some website downtime. It didn’t matter too much for me, because nobody visits my website. And I’m seriously okay with that. I use the space to put up baloney experiments like collecting menu preferences for my wedding and a Sausage Toss Simulator for my friends.

But this is not good for my clients. And I’m very protective of most of them. Others, not so much. But the ones I love, I really love. So I went on a bit of a journey here, and I started asking some more questions.

Then I started to notice that nobody from Site5 seemed to ever know what the fuck was going on anymore. I would ask one question and get three different answers. Gone were the support people who knew what they were doing, and each message from them now either started or ended with, “Please be on hold for 3-4 minutes while I check on this.”

Most times, they would answer my question with something completely unrelated. It was like watching a terribly-edited episode of Jeopardy! and nobody was winning.

So out of curiosity, I started searching for other options. We all know that it’s a good thing to look outside of our windows once in a while, because when we get too comfortable, we miss out on the rest of the world as it turns.

One afternoon, I ended up in a support chat with someone from BlueHost. Days of, “Sorry, let me check on this. Please hold!” from Site5 may have taken its toll on me, because as soon as I realized that I was talking to someone who actually knew what the fuck was going on, it felt like waking up from a terrible never-ending nightmare.

It was all a blur at that point, but I know I entered the conversation with pre-sales questions for my clients. I came out signing up for a Prime account with them and this exciting feeling of starting something new. I still remember my support guy’s name. It was Vincente. And I told him how awesome he was. And he told me, “If you don’t need the space, don’t waste the money.”

And then I asked him to marry me.

No, I didn’t.

But I wanted to.

Full disclaimer again, but I’m not getting paid for posting this or even talking about BlueHost. Just as I was pretty jazzed about Lunapads, I gotta say that I’m equally jazzed about BlueHost. I’m using the word, “jazzed”. That means something, guys.

Their Shared Hosting Prime offering was much better and cheaper, for way more things:

  • Unlimited websites
  • SSL installation for WordPress sites
  • 1 free domain
  • Domain privacy
  • Back-up services

What the actual fuck. And while I was looking at VPS options for another project, their very similar options were at very different price points.

Site5’s VPS starts at $62/mo
BlueHost’s VPS starting at $20/mo

Friends, I can’t even.

I know I’m no expert at any of this, and cheap web hosting is hardly something worth talking about at fancy dinner parties or when you’re trying to impress colleagues. But I just felt like sharing this experience because for one thing, it kind of woke me up to how I had lulled myself into complacency with Site5.

It might still be the honeymoon stage with BlueHost at the moment, and I’m already discovering a few annoying things there and there, but at the moment, they are miles ahead and way better than what I was previously dealing with.

Maybe in another 10 years, I’ll change my mind again, but for now, my bottom line is:

Yes, I would recommend BlueHost!

Weaving Classes at Sanjo Silk Studios

It started as a post on Instagram, as one of the Knitting Ladies from Knit Social, Amanda, had been busting out beautiful scarves like nobody’s business.

Yarning for more… options

Part of my interest was from previous dealings with knitting some seriously variegated yarns. I really disliked the look of it when the colours got all tangled and stitched together. The colours pooled in odd ways, and it really drove me nuts. I know a lot of people like the way they look, but it just wasn’t for me. Here’s an image of a sweater I made, which was really fun to knit, but I only wore once. I really hated the pooling!

I had been looking for classes, and did initially sign up for one at Baaad Anna’s, however, that was later cancelled because we didn’t have enough people signed up! I was looking forward to it for so long! Did I flip out? Maybe a little bit. I’m pretty dramatic about this stuff, guys.

A few days later, like a misty dream on an enchanted seascape with the clouds parting at the sound of three cherubs singing a sustained note, in the form of a Facebook post, Amanda sent me a link to Sanjo Silk’s Weaving Classes.

Get Me A Seat in This Class, Woman!

The classes ran from 7pm to 9pm each Wednesday for one month. They were held at their studio in Granville Island, which was awesome because it gave me the opportunity to hop on the little False Creek ferries in the evening.

Apart from learning a new craft, I was excited at the prospect of me getting out of the house. It became something to which I looked forward after work, and was a welcome break from simply turning off my monitor and firing up Netflix.

It was a small class, just four of us around a table in the middle of the studio. Once in a while, some tourists would walk by and point, making me feel a little bit like I was in a fishbowl. (But then again, it might also be attributed to the fact that Sanjo Silk has some fucking amazing shit.)

We were introduced to the Ashford Knitter’s Loom, and I totally fell in love. It was a foldable little guy that came with its own bag. A loom in a bag. What the…? Heck, yes!

We had some weird experiments with beautiful yarns, which I matched with some from my stash.

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Totally Worth It

Jo was a wonderful instructor, and my classmates and I had so much fun with our looms. We learned the basics of weaving, of course, but also had the chance to play around with decorative elements by skipping lines and looping yarns around one another. I took to the task completely, and I knew from the get-go that I was going to love weaving.

There was an intro to the technicals, of course, but it was pretty much up to our own imaginations to see what trouble we could get into.

We all ended up purchasing our own Ashford looms after the last class. I got a 16″ rigid heddle loom with a 12.5 reed. The awesome thing was that while I didn’t enjoy knitting lighter/fingering weight yarn, weaving this weight was so enjoyable! It’s so different when it comes to weaving.

The drape is so nice, and I didn’t feel like I was working with dental floss all around my fingers. Perfect!

I’ve been weaving like a mad motherfucker for months now! Here’s the same yarn from the Grace sweater that I ripped up and turned into scarves!

Look at that texture! Look at all these exclamation points! I’ve worked myself up into a tizzy!

And here is an image of Tina wearing a sample square I made with some leftover yarn, looking like something right out of Dr. Zhivago because cat.

 

T-Shirts for Sale! My Foray into the Threadless Artist Shop

Once upon a time, I did a lot of illustrations for lots of ideas with my friends Ben and Ryan. We worked on tons of things, mostly sports apps, and part of these endeavours resulted in fantastic random graphics and images of baked beans, donkeys, an old shoe, and even Matt Damon. There was a narrative to it, I swear.

It didn’t become the billion-dollar app that we were planning for, but that was okay. We all moved on and lived our lives.

While I was cleaning out some of my files (as you do when you are actually procrastinating and probably should have been doing something else), I came across the old Illustrator files and started to laugh at them. In particular, this image of a mule I had made.

 

Pushing through a bit more, I found that a lot of these elements would work really well on t-shirts. They were all set up as little icons and visuals, and I thought kind of perfect on their own.

Ben, Ryan, and I have previously tried to endeavour a merchandise-based experiment, but it only ended up with us (me) having to store hundreds of t-shirts with Roberto Luongo’s face and the text, “What’chu talkin’ about, Gillis?” emblazoned on the front. It was difficult to find a market of where Canucks fans would meet Diff’rent Strokes fans in a Venn Diagram.

Learning from that, as well as a few lessons from Cycling ’74, it was clear that I did not want to have any type of inventory in the house. An on-demand service seemed like a great way to go because it was less waste, less risk, and less commitment. According to my pro-con list, one of the bigger cons may be the cost.

But as a way to justify this, I decided to think about it as another leap towards something new to try.

The main goal is to have fun, not make money.

It’s so easy to say that, of course, and we’ve all heard it, but it’s so difficult to keep that in mind and at heart whenever we do something.

I just kept thinking about how I laughed when I opened up the above donkey file, and I wanted to see if I could extend that delight a little bit.

It’s okay if I don’t make any money from this because it’s given me something more to think about and spend my energy on. I’ve found myself looking at older illustrations, tweaking them, improving them, and even making new ones. Just the idea of creating them was so much fun for me, and being able to publish them somehow was a great motivation.

I think it’s a bit related to building your own portfolio or self-initiated projects. I get lazy when I know it’s just for me. It’s terrible to admit that, but I think we all know that feeling.

When there is less pressure in the form of a client or accountability, the less stellar the work is. Unless you are some kind of crazy genius, or an obsessive alcoholic. But then again, who likes hanging out with those guys anyway? History is filled with brilliant people that everybody regarded as spectacular assholes.

The great effect its had on me is that I dream a little bit more, and I complain a lot less. I think about what else I can draw, and what other things I can try.

Another fun part is when my friends throw in some ideas. I really enjoyed making this monkey and this cute pig.

I would never have thought about them if my friends Megan and Anita did not suggest it on the Facebook post I meekly shared.

And now, the printed samples I ordered are starting to arrive in the mail, and I think I definitely achieved my goal of extending my personal delight over these illustrations. I get super excited to go downstairs to check the mail because of the possibility that it might be a t-shirt, a bag, or a mug.

To round things off, the very first sample I got was the Donkey Bag. It came in the mail on the same day that I was to meet up with Ben again, after more than 2 years of being apart, and it was going to be the first time that I was going to meet his little son. Funny how things align like that, and I had no hesitation in bringing it with me and giving it as a gift.

Haha! Guys, my Donkey Bag arrived in the mail today!

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