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Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?


Saturday, August 30, 2003

The Pitch: It's like Wargames Meets Reservoir Dogs!  

Well, this is just great.

First, when Julian & Jackie left for Burning Man, I got a note saying the server was fried, and it'd be dealt with when Julian got back.

Well, okay. So I don't have access to my website. I've been super-lax on it lately, anyway, and besides, I have this blog. It actually sucks because the ComixExperience website is updated every week but whatever. I think it'll survive, and if Brian doesn't have a problem with it, I'm fine.

But today I went to check my email and couldn't get anything. I haven't gone straight to the POP server, I'm using the webmail interface but no response. For none of my accounts. I could be wrong but my guess is our mail server pings the websites to make sure they're active and pulls service if they're not. I really hope I'm wrong about that, but considering it's been an even seven days since the collapse of our servers, I'm a little worried. And I have no idea when it's going to get resolved either.

I just now figured out a workaround (I think) so I can get mail from my lazybastard address, but it feels like I'm having my little toes cut off one by one: first the sites, then the mail, and then--what? The Net, I guess. It's surprisingly painful and it makes me feel angry and helpless. And although I feel like I shouldn't be upset about it (I've had an incredibly great website and access to webmail and all the niceties for nothing more than my share of the DSL bill), I am. I'm a little black ball of negative energy and I worry I won't have a lick of patience for my roommates' happy glowy post-Burning Man buzz which is not good. If this hadn't have happened, I would like to think I'd be perfectly cheery, or mostly so, happy because after today I don't work again until Friday and looking forward to a week where I can mix in work at home and some hanging out/cutting loose. Instead, it's all about this painful little orb of pressure right behind my left eye and I don't want that. I don't, but I don't really know how to get rid of it, either.

posted by Jeff Lester | 6:38 PM |
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