If this is all I hate, I’m doing okay. Unfortunately it’s NOT all I hate, but it’s enough vitriol for today.

I hate GoDaddy. I hate their sexist advertising and their vaguely domineering name. I hate that they supported SOPA. I hate them.

Unfortunately, when I registered my first domain name, I didn’t know any better. Also, I’m lazy. So up until now I’ve had about 20 domain names registered with GoDaddy that I haven’t gotten around to transferring somewhere else.

Recently I had to purchase a few more, so I figured it was a good time to start anew. Transferring is super easy, the new registrar claimed. Just enter the domains you want to transfer and we’ll do all the work!

Ha.  Ha ha.

Okay, so, to transfer domains you need to have them ‘unlocked’, and you need to cancel any private registration (the add-on that makes it so people can’t see who registered a domain through WHOIS). I had 8 domains I wanted to transfer. GoDaddy told me I had to log in to Domains By Proxy in order to cancel their private registration.

However, only four of my domains were listed in DBP.

After browsing around and making absolutely certain that I didn’t miss anything in Domains by Proxy, I sent an email to GoDaddy support.

I got a confirmation email, telling me I could SAVE 15% WITH MY NEXT ORDER!

Shortly thereafter I got an actual reply.

Thanks for contacting Online Support.  It appears you were looking to review your account domain registrations.
Reply back with your four digit pin and we can review your account.

Underneath that it told me I could SAVE 15% WITH MY NEXT ORDER!

I wasn’t exactly looking to review my account domain registrations, but I replied with my pin anyway.

I got another confirmation email, telling me someone would be right with me and that I could SAVE 15% WITH MY NEXT ORDER!

Then I got another “actual” reply, which made me think that GoDaddy just employs bots and that nobody is actually reading the emails.

I understand that you are currently working on removing the privacy from your domains.  If you forget your login information, you can retrieve your customer number, retrieve your password hint, or reset your password on the DBP website.

Then it told me how to log in to the DBP website. Then it told me: You could SAVE 15% WITH YOUR NEXT ORDER!

OMFG YOU GUYS I DON’T WANT TO SAVE ANYTHING, I AM TRYING TO GET OUT OF THIS ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP.

After several more, increasingly generic email replies from them, they told me to contact support at Domains By Proxy. I thought it was almost certainly a GoDaddy issue, since they were the ones that had sold me private registration for those domains, and DBP had clearly never even received them in their database. But then I noticed that Domains By Proxy is owned by…wait for it…GoDaddy, so, SURE, I’ll contact these completely fictional OTHER SUPPORT PEOPLE.

I don’t have anything better to do with my time, right?

Domains By Proxy took a couple of days to get back to me, and then they asked me for a screenshot of my DBP account while I was logged in. Even though I’d given them the account ID, and I was emailing them from the email they have on record.

I logged in to do that and, oh, look! Mysteriously, in the couple of days while they were getting back to me, all my missing domains showed up in their list. Fancy that!

So, yeah. I hate GoDaddy. And, by proxy, Domains By Proxy.

(But, oooooh, look! I could save up to 25% now!!)

(I was going to rant about GoDaddy anyway, but conveniently, Gretchen's Spin Cycle this week is about HATE. Go, spin. And grab the pretty button because someone awesome made it for her.)

Recent injuries

- A bruise the size of an apple and the color of an eggplant on my right ass cheek, where I fell in derby with my skate wheel tucked under my butt

- Several bruises and some velcro rash on my shoulders where we practiced hitting at derby

- a bruise/scrape in the middle of my back from where part of a gazebo I was trying to build fell over and landed on me

- Sunburn on my chest, neck, face & scalp (totally counts) (it’s really red)

- A hole in my heart from when I discovered Michael Bay is making the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles into aliens.

Snickerdoodle bread

So, the snickerdoodle bread. I should probably tell you about that, huh? I realize it’s somewhat bipolar to post about dieting and then give you a recipe for delicious carbs the next day, but hey, that’s how I roll. Somewhere in the middle I find balance.

I found the recipe for snickerdoodle bread here. And it’s not really bread. It’s cake. But you could justify it for breakfast.

(Bear in mind that is coming from someone who can justify cold-pizza-with-a-chocolate-cake-chaser for breakfast.)

(Anyway, there is ALSO a recipe for snickerdoodle cake that I haven’t tried. So clearly this one must be healthier. Ha.)

I made a couple of adjustments to the original recipe:

Snickerdoodle Bread
2 1/2 cups flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
2 tsp cinnamon
1 cup butter, softened
2 cups sugar
3 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
1 cup no-fat sour cream (no-fat sour cream is totally unacceptable for use as sour cream, but it works okay for baking) (It also makes you feel slightly better about the 2 cups of sugar and butter that you just stuffed down your breadhole.)
1 package cinnamon chips Skor bits– I don’t know what the hell cinnamon chips are, but if you do, feel free to try them.

2 tbsp sugar
2 tsp cinnamon

Preheat oven to 350°. Spray two loaf pans (or two muffin pans or four mini loaf pans or, well, you get the picture).
Mix together butter, sugar, salt and cinnamon. Add eggs, vanilla and sour cream, and mix well. In a separate bowl, combine flour and baking powder. Add flour mixture and Skor bits to batter.

Pour the batter in the pans. Combine the sugar and cinnamon in a small bowl and sprinkle it over each loaf. Bake 15-20 minutes for muffins, 35-40 minutes for mini loaves and 60-70 minutes for full-size loaves (depending on your stove and chosen receptacles, the timing is a total crapshoot so just bake until it smells good and until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean).

There you go. I’ve recently sworn off conventional wheat, which is a whole other post in itself (short version: it’s genetically modified EVIL) so I’m going to try baking this with spelt flour.

Stop laughing. I’m sure it will turn out FINE.

I’ll keep you posted.

I'd cheer more but I'm feeling rather weak. Pass me that pastry?

Late post today. I was out trying to burn off those nachos I had for lunch. Also, those stolen bites of DQ Blizzard. And...some other stuff.

I'm back on the dieting bandwagon again. Can you tell?! Yayyayayyayayyaya starvation!

(Dieting apparently enhances my sarcasm. Yet another fabulous benefit.)

This time I'm using MyFitnessPal to self-torture, er, track calories. I have used SparkPeople in the past, and it is still very good, but MFP has an added social component. You can get encouragement from friends, and let them see what you ate and did for exercise if you want.Supposedly you lose up to three times more weight if your friends can shame you for that chocolate blackout.

(You've never blacked out and eaten ALL the chocolates? Just me?)

Is anybody else using MyFitnessPal? I need people to chide me about my nachos-for-lunch choices, but also people who tell me it's totally okay to eat that whole snickerdoodle cake after midnight, everybody does it. I have openings for both good cops and bad cops. I'm SuperKeely on MFP if you want to look me up.

(Well, I'm SuperKeely most places, but there too.)

Yayyayayyyayayay team starvation?

Without stating the obvious...

Oh my god you guys, today was beautiful. Like, 86 degrees and breezy and sunny and BEAUTIFUL. Do you know what that means? Do you? IT MEANS SUMMER IS HERE, MOTHERFUCKERS.

Those of you in a less bipolar climate probably don't have the same...stirrings...around this time of year. It doesn't matter to you that a person can suddenly, say, leave the house without 45 minutes preparation. One can start their car and not have to wait 15 minutes for it to warm up. One can wear light, cute jackets. One can go outside without... scurrying.

Summer is a time of much more social activity. You remember who your neighbours are. You chat over the fence. You get invitations to barbecues, daily. You go boating and sit in the grass and admire the sound of dirt crunching under your shoes.

Summer is like coming back to life.

You go to parades and festivals. You go for walks and bike rides. You plant things that grow, your life is just a little easier.

Your water bill suddenly skyrockets.

Can't imagine why.

(He does that every. Single. Day. Just...fills the entire sandbox with water.)

(It's a small price to pay.)

(SUMMER, you guys.)