Goodbye Rum Sodomy and the Lash
After 2 years of getting blank looks and raised eyebrows whenever we mentioned Rum Sodomy and the Lash to anyone, we made the decision to change our domain name to something a little less… niche. I mean, there’s a fairly small sub-population even in the UK who get the reference and the original Winston Churchill quote refers to the Navy, which we’re clearly not a part of. So, on balance, we decided to change the domain name to the name of our beautiful yacht, Ruby Rose.
I woke up one morning and announced to Nick, “I have to talk to you about something very serious, and I don’t think you’ll like it.” He literally put down his coffee to give me his undivided attention. I should open with that sentence more often. Clearly he thought I was about to announce that I want to move back to the UK, or I want a baby, or I’ve decided to get a tattoo or something, but when I told him that I wanted to change our domain name, he surprised me by agreeing. With one proviso: “I am not getting involved. You do this yourself, okay? Just let me know when it’s done.” I might be watching a bit too much Homeland recently, but it kind of felt like I was getting a secret assignment to, like, invade the White House or assassinate a spy or something. How thrilling.
I responded with, “You got it, boss.”
Actually, I sneered and said, “Pfft! It’s easy. I’ll have it done in a couple of hours. Max.”
Famous last words, right?
YouTube To The Rescue?
So, I did what I always do when I’m wanting to learn something: went onto YouTube. YouTube has taught me so many things: how to curl my hair, how to invest in stocks and bonds, how to do yoga, and how to build a website. Three quarters of those learning experiences were a success (guess which one wasn’t?), so back I went to YouTube once again to learn how to transfer my existing blog to a new domain name. I watched the first 10 minutes of a 30 minute ‘How To’ video, was like, “I’ve so got this,” and registered the new domain name.
Fast-forward a day, and I was literally (okay, not literally, but… almost literally) tearing my hair out. This guy, who’s video I was watching, told me to download all my files to my laptop, then back up my database, then move my database to somewhere else, create a new account for the database, upload all my files back, change some random code… somewhere… and then, voila, welcome to yachtrubyrose.com.
Yeah, that didn’t happen.
FireZilla, the program I used to download all the WordPress files, kept coming up with random error messages so what should have been a, let’s say, 20 minute process took about a day. Yes, a day. Then the same process occurred in reverse when I had to upload all my files to the new domain name. I literally had to sit in front of my laptop for hours- hours!- clearing the idle connections from my FTP manager thingie. It nearly drove me insane. The worst part was that I didn’t even understand a single thing I was doing. What the hell is FTP!? Where were these idle connections coming from? Why was my server dropping the connection? Is that the same as my internet connection? I don’t even think I know what a server is, let alone how to address the fact that the server kept disconnecting. I tried consulting forums, reasoning that the internet must have the solution somewhere, but they were full of internet geeks geeking away and no help whatsoever.
It’s Okay to Ask for Help…
Throughout this time, whenever I encountered a problem- which was often- I launched the chat session with Web Hosting Hub, who, you guessed it, host this domain name, and was like, “Help meeeee.” I have to say, the customer service team were freaking awesome. Within a couple of seconds I was chatting with a real person who was helping me sort out the problem. Amazing.
However, after two days, when I went to load my new page and all that came up was an error message- another one- I nearly lost the will to live. I couldn’t be bothered trawling a bunch of forums, trying to decipher all this techy language that was about as understandable to me as Russian is, so I just launched the chat session again. This time, instead of asking them to fix the problem at hand (not that I had any clue what the problem actually was) I just typed, ‘I’m trying to transfer my current website to my new domain name. It’s not working. I’ve screwed up somewhere. Please help. And also kill me.’ The guy that came back to me was like, ‘Yeah, no problem. I’ll sort it out. Give me 5.’ Minutes later he typed, ‘Done!’ and I was like, WHAT!? He just did it all for me. In less than 5 minutes.
I really wish I’d just typed that sentence 36 hours earlier.
So… welcome to Yachtrubyrose.com! Nothing has changed except the URL, so look around, make yourself comfortable, and let us never speak of the last 36 hours again…