After thinking on it for a couple days, I decided to renew the bears-cave domain. Something said during an unrelated conversation reminded me why I got the domain in the first place.
The internet is a shifting sea of crap. Bookmark some brilliant, funny thing and three weeks later that page — hell, the whole site — is just gone. Sometimes there’s a forwarding link to the author’s next new, semi-permanent home… sometimes not.
So, to put it simply, I got bears-cave.com as a service to people who might be semi-interested in my crap: I wanted a link that was at least semi-reliable — yeah, I rearrange stuff on the domain, but the domain itself is *there*, and the front page of that domain has a pretty damn good site-search tool on it.
So… last week, someone dropped a comment on one of my blog posts that asked if I was the author of [insert old crap I wrote three years ago]. I pointed out where it had moved [*cough*wiki*cough*].
That felt right… felt like the whole reason I’d gotten the domain to begin with.
So I renewed it. All the unrouted spam mail to that domain has to be routed to a big ol’ ‘fuck off and die’ blackhole, but at least people can come back and find stuff where they left it.
Which was always the point. I’d just forgotten.
