Tuesday, July 2, 2002

Arg2Ahh

We're back and unpacking. Tired, hungry. The kid is wired to the max after being strapped in the seats of two cars (1 and 3 hours each) and one 757 (5.5 hours, counting the holding pattern over Colorado). So we've gotta go play or something.

One bit of good news: I figured out that the MBC below was from the address line and the rest was the subject line. Threw me off. Anyway, I killed it in the server and now all 400-something mails are here and queue'd for reading ... soon.

Arg, cont'd

Sitting in a lounge at Newark Airport (slogan: "Useful signage under construction"), on hold with my ISP, trying to get help uncorking my email. Three hundred twenty-three messages are backed up behind one spam that won't download. When I go onto the server and look around I can't find the thing. Nor can the ISP, apparently. And over this 26kbps connection, it'll take more time than I have to finish running down the problem, which now looks like this:

And thus we arrive at a fitting end to the least connected trip I've taken in years. Hey, the company was fun. Sometimes the best connecting isn't the least bit electronic, y'know?

See ya'll tonight in California.