Grumble. I picked a hotel partly based on free high-speed wireless in room. Which is great. High signal, rippin’ speed. Only I can’t get VPN in to work. And that’s where my email is. All of it sucked off of the apple corporate mail server, and off of the engineering mail server, onto my own […]
Grumble.
I picked a hotel partly based on free high-speed wireless in room.
Which is great. High signal, rippin’ speed. Only I can’t get VPN in to work. And that’s where my email is. All of it sucked off of the apple corporate mail server, and off of the engineering mail server, onto my own private, secure disk space on my own server in my office.
Which is behind a firewall. The castle walls are high and I’m outside, portcullis down, drawbridge up. Moat fulla piranha.
I don’t care about, you know, work-related mail. But me own personal mail, THAT I want.
Did I mention, grumble?
My gmail is reachable if you wanna get me (fan mail from some flounder, dirty notes and filthy jokes), but I can’t respond to anything at my usual addresses until I 1) figure out what in the local network is fucking me, or 2) get home later this week.
At least I can still blog.
Damn. I feel jack’s virtual visceral pain.
My convenient British frigates have gone and pulled up their handy anchors, leaving me a pirate without a portal.
Arrrggghhh, me heartie.
Dude…you’re on vacation. Take a breather and go have some fun OFFLINE! Everyone will still be here when you get back (I know how hard it is to walk away, being an IT wage slave meself). Go ride Pirates of the Carribean (if it’s still open–last I heard was it was being “renovated” to more closely match the movie[s]) as many times as you can stand!
And say hi to the TIKI room for me while you’re there.
I hear ya spck. I just got hot babes I need ta keep in touch with. B^)
You know what I’ve noticed the last couple days? cute goth chicks really like disneyland.
Some of them also seem to like a fourty year old guy with a mohawk. Which is ok by me.
Even in exotic locales, I always looked forward to email at the end of the day. It’s nice to know you’re remembered and missed and shit.
… Please tell me you at least felt up Cinderella, punched out Prince Charming (such a simpering fellow) and rode Pluto all over Main Street.
Huh-huh. He said “sucked off”.
I totally agree about the email. I don’t know how people think that being cut off from your daily interactions with your friends is supposed to be “relaxing”. I go a day or two without email and the bugs start crawling under my skin.
That’s right, Ray, sucked off. I just wish I could put in the same sentence with ‘Goth Girls’.
And that’s it. Bugs. And after that, the bats come…