Grrrr argh
Sep. 11th, 2007 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reymonkeySooo...sent off an email to Vadim to say I probably can't fix his email problem. It's not a language barrier problem, it's a technical problem. I don't know who his domain email is hosted through or how to access it, he doesn't really seem to know how to access it himself because someone set it all up for him to forward to another address, and asking him to send me every piece of documentation he has from the initial setup of this stuff to figure it out is a recipe for insanity when it's done via phone and eml. I really, really hope he understands this. I'm stressed about having sent this email to him but I don't know what else to do.
Once I sent off the eml I heard a little crinkly noise, and there's a cockroach. Sensing sympathies or something, this thing landed on the tinfoil Morri's latest sculpture is on. I've already broken a toe off this thing picking it up once, I'm sure as hell not gonna squish a cockroach on it. After moving all of the clay stuff I manage to chase it onto... one of bridgie's drawings. By the time I get it onto a surface safe to gush it on, I get it with a kleenex... and immediately lose it. It's still somewhere in the house. My only consolation is I'm right near the front door and it probably just snuck in through the cracks. We've never really had a cockroach problem, only once briefly when some horrible neighbors moved out. At least it was a little one.
Being unable to find the salt anywhere and having a videotape almost self destruct on me later, I think it's time to sit and draw or something. Not my night.
Here's a quiz to end on a high note?
I have not read this. Should I?
Once I sent off the eml I heard a little crinkly noise, and there's a cockroach. Sensing sympathies or something, this thing landed on the tinfoil Morri's latest sculpture is on. I've already broken a toe off this thing picking it up once, I'm sure as hell not gonna squish a cockroach on it. After moving all of the clay stuff I manage to chase it onto... one of bridgie's drawings. By the time I get it onto a surface safe to gush it on, I get it with a kleenex... and immediately lose it. It's still somewhere in the house. My only consolation is I'm right near the front door and it probably just snuck in through the cracks. We've never really had a cockroach problem, only once briefly when some horrible neighbors moved out. At least it was a little one.
Being unable to find the salt anywhere and having a videotape almost self destruct on me later, I think it's time to sit and draw or something. Not my night.
Here's a quiz to end on a high note?
You're A Prayer for Owen Meany!
by John Irving
Despite humble and perhaps literally small beginnings, you inspire
faith in almost everyone you know. You are an agent of higher powers, and you manifest
this fact in mysterious and loud ways. A sense of destiny pervades your every waking
moment, and you prepare with great detail for destiny fulfilled. When you speak, IT
SOUNDS LIKE THIS!
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
I have not read this. Should I?
