Karawynn.net is dead. Long live karawynn.name.
I don’t have time right now to tell the full story, but here’s the gist: an Unscrupulous Person decided to hijack my web site and use it to sell his own book.
It was a long con, well over a year in the setup. This was not a matter of my failing to renew a domain name at expiration — the hacker socially engineered my registrar into transferring the rights to karawynn.net while it was still legally mine. By the time I had any clue what was happening, it was too late.
That was July 2011. At first I fought like mad, but after months it became apparent that I had no legal recourse — at least not one that wouldn’t cost tens of thousands of dollars I didn’t have. I was heartbroken and sick, not just due to the loss of something more tied to my identity than any physical location ever, but because the fucker was using my photos and stories of Misha, my best-loved and much-missed cat, to hawk his own product.
Eventually Jak convinced the hacker’s web host to take the content offline due to copyright violation, so at least the thief is not now making bank off my dead cat. (We would have done that sooner, except that the site was evidence in my failed battle to reclaim the name.)
I’ve been writing a lot at my pf blog this past year, but sometimes I have things to say that don’t belong over there.
So I’m finally moving into my new home. Brought some of the old furniture with me; there’s more still in storage. A few bits got broken in transit; I’ll replace them when I have time.
No link-roads lead here anymore, which makes it a little like 1995 all over again, before half the world crawled through my bathroom window to gawp at a cat on a toilet.
It’s strange to have a home again after so long. But good. I’ve missed it.