Drakkenfyre's Journal: I had better e-mail access on my 2400 baud modem

Oh. My. God.

I can type like that, because I have time. Why do I have time? Because my ISP has the... slowest... mail... server... ever.

In fact, while I type this (and I'm not a fast typist, by any measure except those used on ex-groundskeepers who have suffered traumatic wood-chipper accidents), webmail is slowly loading my three e-mail messages. Yes, three. Are they complicated, multi-attachment, html mail of doom messages? No.

Still loading.

I often think the random half-fermented contents of the lowest drawer in my fridge would make a better mail server than the poorly maintained and administered one my ISP 'maintains'.

Still loading.

I laugh every time this mail server dies on my ISP, in the most sudden and--apparently--unforseeable ways possible.

Still loading.

My goal is now to get a date with one of the tech support fellows, because considering how much time I spend on the telephone with them, we're getting to know each other pretty well. And that 3 a.m. Saturday fellow sounds like he's probably pretty cute. And they're all suitably lacking in brain processing power to be just to my taste in bed. Uh, just don't tell Svartormr.

Still loading.

I often wonder what would happen if, in the middle of another tech-support claim of, "Oh, you're the first one to call this in", "We don't monitor our own systems", or "No, we don't have a problem here, it must be on your end, and we don't support Linux", if I were to just ask the techie what he was wearing. And if he ever thinks about making a house call, to my house, without any clothing.

Hey, it's only sexual harrassment if they complai...

Woah! My webmail main page has loaded. Time to make my first click...