|My e-mail is broken...
||[Feb. 4th, 2011|03:37 pm]
...I'm not getting the e-mails I want.|
(NB: Not intended to nudge anyone who might feel they owe me e-mail. Just another complaint along the lines of "oh no, I broke the internet!")
Did you get my "I'm coming up on the 11th unless you say otherwise" message? Planning to buy tickets tomorrow, so ...
What did I just say about not nudging? Hm? :-)
I did :-) and thank you, it will be very good to see you.
My mail is working *fine*... I'm just having one of those days where I can ask myself "why hasn't Pat responded to my e-mail about where to go out for dinner? Oh... I haven't sent it yet." (hit send) "Why hasn't Pat responded..."
Oh, darlin', we are a pair today! Matching moosh-brains (but now! With XKCD topping!)
Good thing the weekend's almost here.
You've been topping Randall Munroe? Without telling me? I mean, okay, I get it, if I was interested in guys, he'd be near the top of the list if he was interested, but why didn't you let me know?
(Um. Just please tell me that it's him, and not his characters. Because that whole BDSM with stick figures seems a little risky.)
What? I'm serious! Spanking a two dimensional character *is* dangerous; they have those sharp edges and you can bump into them if you're walking at them from the side (though technically, the odds that you'll be seeing them *exactly* side-on, with binocular vision, are pretty remote), and they might be witty and live in the moment (not much choice when going through life frame-by-frame) let's face it... they have no depth!
Edited at 2011-02-05 12:24 am (UTC)
Geek pillow talk. Nothing like it. (-:
Me neither. Nor phone calls. Nor booty calls.
2011-02-16 02:19 pm (UTC)
"I broke the Internet"
As someone who occasionally gets (rightfully) blamed for breaking (and fixing) the Internet... I can only provide my favorite quote from an IT support organization ever:
"Our server that controls the Internet will be down for maintenance."