For Those Of a Certain Age…

…some memories from your our childhood:

Yeah, Uncle Joe Biden Is Old

From Greg Fallis:

I had to check with Wikipedia to see how old he is. He's 80. He'll turn 81 in November. That's pretty fucking old. Does it matter? Well, yeah, it kinda does. Does it matter enough to change how I'll vote? Nofuckingway.

Is he in good health? According to his doctors (and at least Uncle Joe has real doctors, not some fluffer in a white lab coat like Comrade Trump), he's "in good physical and mental shape relative to his years." That's…well, not entirely encouraging, but still somewhat comforting. I mean, the guy still rides a bike. That requires lower body strength, balance, hand-eye coordination, responsive reflexes, bilateral coordination, and postural strength. Sure, he's not going to make the Olympic cycling squad, but he can get on a bike and crank out a few miles. That's pretty damned good for an 80-year-old guy.

Okay, he's also fallen on his bike. But let's be honest about that. He fell when he was dismounting; caught his leg on the crossbar. Almost every person who's ever ridden a bicycle with a crossbar has done that. I'm younger than Uncle Joe and I ride a step-through bike because I've done that too often. I'm not as flexible as I used to be.

But the ability to ride (and successfully dismount) a bike doesn't directly translate to running the entire government of the United States. That take a certain amount of mental acuity and political savvy. Uncle Joe probably isn't as sharp as he was when he was Vice President, but he's still as politically savvy. He's accomplished a hell of a lot since he was elected, and he's done it without much drama (and without much public recognition). He's still got great political instincts. He still travels the world and gets stuff done.

But yeah, he's old. And he'll be even older when/if he's re-elected. But so what? It's stupid to compare Uncle Joe against some ideal Democratic candidate. We have to compare him to his opponent. Which is almost certainly going to be Comrade Donald Trump. The guy who thinks he 'aced' a mental acuity examination because he was able to repeat man, woman, person, camera, TV. The guy who needed two hands to drink from a bottle of water. The guy who saluted a North Korean general, wanted to buy Greenland, and thought it might be a good idea to nuke a hurricane.

Since we acknowledge that Uncle Joe is old, let's go ahead and say the 'unthinkable' thing we're all thinking about. What if he gets elected but then goes toes up before the end of his term? That would be bad. But hey, Kamala Harris is perfectly competent to take over. I mean, that's the whole reason to have a Vice-President, isn't it. I'd be happy and feel secure with President Harris running the government.

So yeah, once again, Joe Biden is old, but he's moderately fit and he's very politically astute, plus he's got Kamala insurance in case something unfortunate happens. Donald Trump, on the other hand, is a dumbfuck who…oh hell, dumbfuck ought to be enough. Seriously, the Democrats should run adverts saying Vote for the Old Guy; Don't Vote for the Dumbfuck.

Crisis Averted

I woke up this morning to this email from my web host:

I thought, "Oh FUCK. I just renewed my hosting a few weeks ago (a month ahead of time), so when does this shit actually go down? I knew my site was huge (I was for some reason remembering 1TB or so.), but did that mean after the hammer falls they would just randomly delete stuff to make it fit within the new size limits?

So I clicked on the link and saw the potential $950 charge for the Pro hosting. Not only no, but HELL no!

Naturally this sent my head spinning the rest of the day. Could I delete a lot of the older stuff? I remembered when I outright deleted everything without a backup and started fresh in 2012—and regretted it for years afterward.

I know I have a lot of inane garbage on this blog, but I'm still attached to it, however silly it is. (And truth be told, even I cringe at a lot of the older stuff I've written, as I'm sure I'll do with my current word salad years from now.)

So the next question was could I find a new adult-content friendly host with unlimited storage and move everything?

The thought of moving hosts is about as enticing as a root canal, but I started googling "unlimited storage and adult content friendly." I came up with a few names. Surprisingly, my current host was not among them….so I may end up having to move Voenix Rising at some point anyway if they ever figure out there are—gasp!—penises on this blog. (Frankly I'm surprised it hasn't happened by now, considering the number of times I've had their techs poking around, trying to figure out why the site errors out so much of late.)

So while getting how-to pages on how to transfer domain names and whatnot, I stumbled across my host's main page and saw the "Pro" hosting advertised for significantly less than what the email link showed me.

I paused for a moment to actually verify the size of all this drivel, and it turns out it was nowhere near 1TB. It was, in fact, only about 45GB. Still over the 40GB limit of my current hosting plan, but certainly not the monster I thought it was.

And that $900 pro plan? That was for three years, and I only renew yearly.

Once I saw that, I realized going Pro (which actually wasn't unlimited, but rather topped out at 100GB…at least for new subscribers) was doable after all—especially since I'd be credited with the year of hosting I just paid in advance for.

Crisis averted. Voenix Rising will continue in its present form and at its present home until such time the issue of penii comes up.