Dear AOL Customer support:
I need you to do a favor for me. You need to patiently, and with no malice, explain to your paying customers why email originating from my domain – astrofish.net is blocked.
It’s not an IP address problem. It’s not an email account problem. It’s a not a problem with bulk mail or volume of mail.
So please, explain to your people why mail from me doesn’t arrive. Don’t bother trying to reach me, it’s your problem, you fix it.
Sincerely,
Kramer Wetzel
Webmaster – astrofish.net
When someone orders a chart report or reading, I tend to answer the first notification as fast as I can. Take care of the details. Now, AOL – according to the “bounced mail message” – is blocking the only email address I use. A single report can generate maybe five emails from me, some quite lengthy, although, think about it, it’s just text. No graphics, no worms, no containers for deadly viruses. Except, of course, the thought that inward work might cause someone to think.
Which, apparently, AOL doesn’t.
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New Month, no news
I’m forever interested in the interactive version of the web and its associated media. Medium? I suppose it should be plural.
I did finally finish re-reading Almanac of the Dead and from there, jumped right on into the next title on the list.
I liked the ending. Poetic, soft, and it completed a cycle. Sort of, anyway. Still, it’s a sprawling tale, and the first time I read it, there was no “internet,” or, for that matter, no way to do a quick search on terms and people, to see what was true and what was pure fiction.
I can’t recommend the book for just everyone. It’s a difficult text and occasionally poetic, then just a list, revisionist history in places. Not that it’s bad, it’s merely a matter of what is picked for history. A cautionary tale, too, but look at the last part of this post, down at the bottom, I did spend a certain portion of my morning communing with nature, in one way or another.
March madness, cont’d:
SXSW time in Austin. Getting ready, getting geared up, I suppose. Last year’s post about SXSW is a tough act to follow, and I’ll be out-of-town both big weekends. Too bad, huh? Actually, that doesn’t bother me a bit. I might even prefer it that way.
Spring in the air:
On the trail, as it were, ran into a Pisces buddy – with his new girlfriend – and earlier – a Leo – and her dog got a tidbit of the leftover two-meat platter, which really should be part of any Austin diet.
Proof:
Spring has finally, and I guess I can make it official, arrived. The amount of fur the cat is shedding would be my indication. Per her once and come away with a handful of winter fur.
But the end is near!
A sure sign of the apocalypse:
I was gnawing on a particularly satisfying pork rib, reading a discarded newspaper. The End Times must be near: Wine Tasting at the Houston Rodeo?
Unrelated:
Shades of Rocket Man?
Very unrelated:
Sex Pistols site (not for non-punk people). Or music history, or whatever.
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What’s a day without fishing some?
