I am looking for a new webhost. Seems like all I do lately. Beg for hosting, update once or twice a month with actual content that people actually care about, go back into hiding. I’m really turned off to free hosts, such as Blogger and wordpress.com, and I really don’t want to have to pay for domain hosting or to have a blog. I’m thinking of just begging people to host me, but there’s that factor of the person may or may not cancel my site while I’m sleeping. That’s always something I worry about. So, I spend some good time making friends with people who have Dreamhost accounts or have their own servers. Then, after about a year, I ask for hosting. The friend I’ve made is the icing on the cake.

Recently, if my Oxy-abused brain serves me right, I was told that the friend who currently hosts this site, and all of my sites as well as Matt’s site, is leaving the web. This leaves me with a few options:

1. Grovel back to Typepad.com.
2. Grovel back to Josh.
3. Find a free domain host who will let me cuss and rant and rave and not remove my site.
4. Actually pay for webhosting.
5. Throw in the towel.

I have left off finding a new friend to host me because, frankly, I don’t trust people anymore, if I don’t know them face-to-face. Sorry. It’s just too easy to hide behind the keyboard these days.

So, that leaves the one or two people who still come here with some options:
1. Recommend me a good host. Free hosts first. No referrer shit.
2. Comment and tell me to put on my big girl panties and actually pay for webhosting.
3. Buy me hosting.
4. Nothing.

Advice would be nice, especially since I’ve had a pretty shitty day at work. I had to work a double shift because Lance came in the lab and took advantage of me sitting at the table with ear buds in, snuck up behind me, and slapped his hands over my eyes. He says he asked, “GUESS WHO?!” and I didn’t hear him, but body-slammed him. I tore my ear buds off to give him hell for that. “What are you doing?!” “OW….[sobs] I was just playing! GAWD, what’s wrong with….OW!!” It turns out I dislocated his shoulder. As a peace offering, I worked his shift while he laid in the hospital trying not to get addicted to the morphine the nurses gave him.

Back to the hosting thing.

Any recommendations?