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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Email

It appears that my personal email system suffered some kind of catastrophic meltdown during the weekend.

Frankly I didn't notice.

I looked at it this morning, it looked OK. Didn't see anything pressing and went on to other things (and in fact now that I think about it, my queues looked remarkable similar to how they looked on Saturday morning, which should have set off the ominious nagging feeling - but didn't, for some reason).

Got a forum message from a friend saying she'd tried to email my private address and had the message kicked back because the account was full.

It was.

Ten Megabytes full - according to the webmail status page.

Near as I can figure, sometime Saturday my local client partially crashed and stopped downloading traffic from the ISP mail server, which promptly filled up - mostly with spam.

I think I've got it fixed, but it's still downloading at this point and it's going to be a while before I can sort through everything. So if you're one of the privileged horde who has my private email address and you sent me a message and you were expecting a reply, here's the deal: if you didn't get an error message from my server, you're probably good and I'll get back to you eventually. If you did get a server error, some technobabblygook about your message being rejected or my inbox being full, you'll need to resend.

I see at least one issue, an email conversation, that I should have been involved in where people are probably wondering what the hell the deal is. Sorry folks - and I'm sure you know who you are - I'll get on it. In the mean time, count me in.

The counter on the spam folder just went past 4000.

As a slightly related aside: You know I purely hate spammers. I think we should hunt them down, strip them naked, bend them over a waist high post, nail their scrotums to it with industrial staples, and jam large toothed eels up their collective asses by the bagful with a hydraulic ram until their colons explode.

What?

Oh, like you haven't had that exact same thought.
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22 comments:

  1. I thought you were just ignoring me.

    ;)

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  2. Is somebody there?

    I don't see anybody?

    Nope.

    Nobody here.

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  3. Hmm... if I'm INVISIBLE then he won't notice if I wander over here to the Irish whiskey....

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  4. I've spent the last few years building up an immunity to Iocane powder.

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  5. You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool!

    You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly less well-known is this: never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line!


    Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...

    urk

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  6. I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?

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  7. Maybe one day you won't mind so much.

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  8. I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.

    (What? Too late?)

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  9. Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?

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  10. Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

    Stop saying that!

    Dr. Phil

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  11. When I found you, you were so slobbering drunk you couldn't buy brandy. And you: friendless, brainless, helpless, hopeless. Do you want me to send you back to where you were, unemployed . . . in Greenland?

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  12. Where am I?

    The Pit of Despair. Don't even think...

    **Hack**
    **Cough**
    **Hack**

    Don't even think about trying to escape. The chains are far too thick. And don't dream of being rescued either...

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