The shutdown

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The shutdown

I turned the site off today by renaming the content table so that no connection could be established to grab the content. Due to a constant stream of incoming and unwanted shit, it was much easier to get rid of the site and cut off the supply of ammunition than it was to sit there and take it.

It turns out that for the quiet life it’s not always wise to post stuff on your own website. Like this, most probably. If you add to this the efforts of Eoan last week (copying and pasting out of context to make me look like a dick), I’m starting to believe that running my own personal site just brings unnecessary hassle for very little gain. After all, the site only really performs its job when I’m after one, if you catch my drift.

So… I have a couple of choices. Either I keep posting the stuff I’ve been posting for the last four and half years and live with the feedback, or I change my habbits, pull some punches and only post stuff that I think will be widely accepted by those who read it. Neither option seems terribly inviting.

However, I also thought of some additional fallback options. One is to allow people to choose whether they want fluffy bunny wunny content or if they want it warts and all. I could do this with something in the navigation on the right there. Although my take on this is that individuals would choose the non bunny wunny option and then rejoice that they had all the ammunition they required.

Alternatively, I could check visitor IP addresses and filter the content that way. This seems a much safer route to me – the content gets screened and I get to avoid the flaq without having to make a conscious effort.

Sadly after working late, tonight is not the night I’ll be doing the coding for this, but for the sake of avoiding a Dooce.com scenario I’ll happily take the measure as soon as I can.