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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. |
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