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As soon as I figure out how to restore it. Sorry, I know I said it'd be done by now, but I didn't expect to have to put up with this DNS crap and other issues that popped up.
Or it might be because Bluehost *finally* got around to that server wipe (one week after we'd asked for it) and that wiped out our DNS settings. I'm not sure which and I don't really care. In any case, we've severed our last ties with Bluehost, so this will not happen again.
No kiddin' about that "Finally!", Shadow. I am *so mad* at Bluehost for never responding to our support ticket. I submitted it early Friday morning and they *still* haven't answered it!
I found this website while looking for Satam episodes to watch. I eventually came across a forum that was going on about the Amy/Sonic relationship versus Sally/Sonic. I saw someone's signature that had the FUS logo and a link to this website, I quickly realized that this was where I wanted to be, not that silly forum that was constantly being flooded by those Amy lovers, who seemed to hate us Satam lovers.
I really hope that it really is Satam, I miss the good ole days of having a reason to go to bed early. So that I could wake up early and turn on ABC and hear a split second of "Blue streak, speeds by..." usually what I heard before the older tv showed any picture. It always sent chills up my spine in the mornings, and to an even more extent even today. It was one of the few shows that I watched very loyally until the very end. Of course I was always pissed that stupid understimulating sports sometimes took the slot that captured my heart. I'm not sure if others saw this kind of pattern, but it was like this for me. Satam, boring sports talk show, boring sports, Satam, sports, Satam,(holyomfg another)Satam!, sports, sports, talk show,Satam, sports, Satam,Satam,(HOLYCRAP)Satam!!!.... After I realized the show was over, I completely refused to watch tv at all, pretty much still do. When One Saturday Morning started I gained more interest and started watching tv again. I still to this day have scars of that cliff hanger; to the point that I'll sometimes not watch a show every week, for fear of a brutal end to a very much loved show, one of those shows was The Weekender's. A One Saturday Morning show that was pretty much the sole reason I started watching cartoons again. I still to this day have never watched the series from start to finish. No, not because I have other things to do, or because I lost interest(Along with Sonic Satam, it is one of my all time favorite shows) but because as a kid I was scarred by the loss of the one thing/show, the one ace up her sleeve my mom used to get me to go to school. "If you go to school I promise I'll let you watch Sonic the Hedgehog saturday morning..."
Satam was my way to get out of being forced to look at stupid Saturday Morning Football while I ate my cereal, before I headed over to my friend Stephen's house on my bike. It was the one show that made me different than other kids, instead of sleeping in on Saturday mornings, I would get up early and sneak into the kitchen(when I was in trouble) and switch on the tv to the joy of "Blue streak, speeds by..." I always woke up and switched on the tv just in time for the beginning of one of my greatest childhood memories, one of the few that I still remember. My mom used to remark about my catch phrase whenever Sonic Satam(which even she enjoyed from time to time and heck even she quoted every once in awhile) ended and then my mom switched the tv over to something else. "Okay mom, 'juice and jam time," which was not only a lovable quote, but also had meaning to my mom and I. It was usually followed by my mom grabbing two pieces of toast out of the toaster and apple juice out of the fridge. Then I would grab the strawberry jelly and she would grab the blueberry jelly and each of us spreading the jelly we had onto half of our pieces of toast and then switching jars and filling the other half of our toast with the other's jelly(jam). Half blueberry, half strawberry. What I liked to call, Sonic and Tails toast. Then I would drain my apple juice and finish my toast as I walked quickly through the laundry room to the garage where my blue('sonic bike' which had self-made sonic stickers on it ) was waiting for me which would take me to my best friend's house.