Don't let your domain-name expire

Lessons learned the hard way on the internet can create embarrassing, maddening consequences. Take my name. It used to form a direct link to my writing portfolio and blog on the internet: If you could spell it, you typed my first and last name in your browser and then added .com at the end. And then, in a few seconds, my namesake web page appeared.

But no longer. No, I got lazy and allowed my domain name to expire. What could happen? I figured: It's my name. No one else would want the mouthful of vowels led by the least-liked consonant in the alphabet that is my surname. Well, I was wrong. Turns out some creepy imp out there in the internet cloud has bought my domain name (which I think, by rights, is mine -- most of it is on my birth certificate, after all) and plunked a bunch of nonsensical garbage on it. What his or her purpose is, I don't know. All I do know is that I feel a touch ripped off.

So, to read anything I've had published in magazines and newspapers, you'll have to come here, to timquerengesserblog.com. As always, I hope you enjoy it. -Tim