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December 06, 2004

Mail, Man

NP: U2, Boy

We switched over to our new insect overlords' mail server this weekend, with the unintended consequences being that Outlook thinks I'm somebody totally new when I sync my Visor. So now it's performing what it called a "recovery synchronization," which I thought only happened when a pair of figure skaters fell down, and likely duplicating every fucking thing in there. And it's taking it's sweet time about it, right at quitting time.

Ain't technology grand?

Speaking of devices that connect to my computer, I think I'm holding off on the new phone until after the holidays, and have directed my pre-holiday disposable income to a pair of cool shoes.

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