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Jatol.com Disappears, Stranding Customers
J Cardella writes "On August 31, Jatol.com — a hosting company that had operated for five years, providing excellent support and reasonable prices — disappeared, leaving hundreds, if not thousands of people without access to their Web content and email. There is speculation that Jatol may have stopped paying their host, Fastservers. The evidence is that Fastservers has been turning off the machines with Jatol's customers' content. Jatol had already collected September hosting fees from their customers (including myself). The story gets stranger. The owner of Jatol.com, Tim Tooley, has also disappeared. He was apparently very ill for some time, and speculation on the thread goes from his skipping the country to lying dead in his home. Fastservers apparently is unwilling to turn the machines back on, so people could get their content, without authorization from Tooley."
Shouldn't they warn customers before turning off the servers? So they have time to salvage all their stuff?
Throughout history
There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle
This next one tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful woman
And a condemned man named Tim Tooley...
When the sun rises Tomorrow, Tim Tooley... must hang...
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
This time Timorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
This time Tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tim Tooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die...