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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Messages sent to my public Stonekettle gmail account are fine.
I thought you were just ignoring me.
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Is somebody there?
ReplyDeleteI don't see anybody?
Nope.
Nobody here.
I KNEW IT!
ReplyDeleteLalalalalala
ReplyDeleteI can't hear you
Hmm... if I'm INVISIBLE then he won't notice if I wander over here to the Irish whiskey....
ReplyDeleteMmmm! Whiskey!
ReplyDeleteYeah, poisoned whiskey.
ReplyDeleteI've spent the last few years building up an immunity to Iocane powder.
ReplyDeleteYou only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool!
ReplyDeleteYou 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
My way's not very sportsman like.
ReplyDeleteI do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?
ReplyDeleteShe kissed me!
ReplyDeleteIs this a kissing book?
ReplyDeleteMaybe one day you won't mind so much.
ReplyDeleteI do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.
ReplyDelete(What? Too late?)
Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?
ReplyDeleteHave fun stormin' the castle!
ReplyDeleteit will take a miracle
ReplyDeleteHello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
ReplyDeleteStop saying that!
Dr. Phil
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?
ReplyDeleteWhere am I?
ReplyDeleteThe 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...
anybody want a peanut?
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