Shortly after midnight I went to log into my email and found that I was unable to do so.
I went and tried every trick that I know, which aren’t many, and was finally able to get in and look at the emails currently sitting in my inbox, but I have no access to any of my folders of older mail.
That sucks. Bigtime.
So, for all intents and purposes, I am giving up on my current email box and am activating my GMail box for public use.
The new addy is: AnalogKid1 – at – Gmail – dot – com.
In other news, I have Friday night off so I can get my schedule switched to one for daytime activities such as the Portland Blogger Blastorama on Saturday (if you’d like to join us, blogger or not, put my new email addy to the test) and then the Practical Shotgun Match on Sunday.
I’ll be waking up this afternoon to test my 1187 one last time before the match and run about doing other miscellaneous stuff.
Also, I’m going to have to ask the Analog Wife if she’s been dating Yuri Gellar without my knowledge because, as I was putting the milk into my big-ass bowl of Rice Chex and Raisins this morning, I noticed that all of the damn spoons are bent to hell.
WTF?
I doubt if it’s mental, AK. If she’s like MY gudwife, she probably just used them to try to dig some ice cream out of a carton. The spoons aren’t made for that task, but when I try to ‘splain that to the gudwife, the engineering data I simplify and impart with the message is lost in thin air.
Good test for your shooting eye: try to bend them all back to shape without measuring against a good spoon, then line them up and see how you did.