zombies ate my email & etc.
Herewith a genuine email just received by me:
As a result of a recent problem with the mymail web email system, some messages sent by that system between June 7-13th were not delivered. The problem has now been resolved.
The following list of messages which include time stamp and the email
address(es) you sent to were unlikely to have been delivered but should be found in your sent-mail folder. These will have to be resent to the originally intended recipient(s).
Jun 7 09:42:56 [names and addresses omitted for obvious reasons]
Jun 7 12:08:06
Jun 7 14:05:24
Jun 7 16:02:57
Jun 11 09:26:13
Jun 11 11:20:52
Jun 11 11:25:02
Jun 13 09:41:50
We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.
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All the unsent emails but two were urgent university business. OH GOD I HATE OUR COMPUTING OFFICES. HATE THEM SO MUCH. HATE!!!
*stabs*
I would like to point out that they same idiot bureaucracy that perpetrated this also vigorously resists any efforts at any of us using any email system other than our crap web-based one, "for security."
*stabs some more*
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Meanwhile, last night Fishwhistle performed in the orchestra of an experimental opera which was not so good, although it was better than all the other experimental operas I've seen this week probably. But it was so experimental that the singers only sang nonsense syllables, and also there were no program notes at all. (In fairness, Fishwhistle did warn me that the whole show was basically Spinal Tap Does Wagner, abbreviated - though that makes it sound way more fun than it actually was.) So I entertained myself by attempting to figure out what the show was all about, and took these notes:
Possible theme: Man's inhumanity to man. Thus the writhing.
Possible theme #2: Costume designer's inhumanity to singers.
Opera in the round: tragic mistake, or mortal error?
Who ever said theremins had to be fun?
Drum solo! Huzzah!
Why is that man in the suit waving that stick around?
Possible theme #3: It's good to put away your toys neatly.
So this is what Bjork would sound like if she wasn't any good at all.
Possible theme #4: maybe they're supposed to be zombies? I like zombies!
I wish that man would stop waving that stick around. It's distracting.
Small papier-mache rocks with convenient holes drilled in them symbolize the rise of civilization? ZOMBIE civilization? When will the zombies discover fire? Maybe in the sequel?
Dancing zombies! Zombies, do the Bump! Dance the Bump, zombies! Dance!
Now there is girl-on-girl ZOMBIE ACTION with POLE DANCING!
Zombies are wrapping themselves up in my mom's shiny curtains for a zombie nap. But wait! Is that a MONKEY ZOMBIE? Oh, no, it's not. Drat.
I wish there would be another drum solo.
Now the zombies are playing musical chairs, but with rocks. Now it's zombie pilates class. Now the zombies are going for a facial! They get the transparent skin peel! They're smiling now! Happy, happy zombies with shrunken pores.
Now it's zombie bedtime. But the zombies hate bedtime! and shiny curtains! They're stomping around! They're leaving interesting scuff marks on the black linoleum floor OF EVIL.
Now the musicians are making incomprehensible conversation using the same syllables as the singing, dancing zombies. I bet the musicians are talking about reeds. No, metronomes. No, reeds.
That man is still waving the stick. What does it mean?
Shiny zombie sleeping bags with shiny black zombie zippers! I want one.
Why can't I hear the musicians whistling? Fishwhistle promised that there would be whistling.
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And then I came home and discovered that the whole internet was full of zombies, which gave a pleasing circularity to the whole day.
Well, I'm going to go send a lot of emails now. Resend, that is. Grrrr. Argh.
As a result of a recent problem with the mymail web email system, some messages sent by that system between June 7-13th were not delivered. The problem has now been resolved.
The following list of messages which include time stamp and the email
address(es) you sent to were unlikely to have been delivered but should be found in your sent-mail folder. These will have to be resent to the originally intended recipient(s).
Jun 7 09:42:56 [names and addresses omitted for obvious reasons]
Jun 7 12:08:06
Jun 7 14:05:24
Jun 7 16:02:57
Jun 11 09:26:13
Jun 11 11:20:52
Jun 11 11:25:02
Jun 13 09:41:50
We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
All the unsent emails but two were urgent university business. OH GOD I HATE OUR COMPUTING OFFICES. HATE THEM SO MUCH. HATE!!!
*stabs*
I would like to point out that they same idiot bureaucracy that perpetrated this also vigorously resists any efforts at any of us using any email system other than our crap web-based one, "for security."
*stabs some more*
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Meanwhile, last night Fishwhistle performed in the orchestra of an experimental opera which was not so good, although it was better than all the other experimental operas I've seen this week probably. But it was so experimental that the singers only sang nonsense syllables, and also there were no program notes at all. (In fairness, Fishwhistle did warn me that the whole show was basically Spinal Tap Does Wagner, abbreviated - though that makes it sound way more fun than it actually was.) So I entertained myself by attempting to figure out what the show was all about, and took these notes:
Possible theme: Man's inhumanity to man. Thus the writhing.
Possible theme #2: Costume designer's inhumanity to singers.
Opera in the round: tragic mistake, or mortal error?
Who ever said theremins had to be fun?
Drum solo! Huzzah!
Why is that man in the suit waving that stick around?
Possible theme #3: It's good to put away your toys neatly.
So this is what Bjork would sound like if she wasn't any good at all.
Possible theme #4: maybe they're supposed to be zombies? I like zombies!
I wish that man would stop waving that stick around. It's distracting.
Small papier-mache rocks with convenient holes drilled in them symbolize the rise of civilization? ZOMBIE civilization? When will the zombies discover fire? Maybe in the sequel?
Dancing zombies! Zombies, do the Bump! Dance the Bump, zombies! Dance!
Now there is girl-on-girl ZOMBIE ACTION with POLE DANCING!
Zombies are wrapping themselves up in my mom's shiny curtains for a zombie nap. But wait! Is that a MONKEY ZOMBIE? Oh, no, it's not. Drat.
I wish there would be another drum solo.
Now the zombies are playing musical chairs, but with rocks. Now it's zombie pilates class. Now the zombies are going for a facial! They get the transparent skin peel! They're smiling now! Happy, happy zombies with shrunken pores.
Now it's zombie bedtime. But the zombies hate bedtime! and shiny curtains! They're stomping around! They're leaving interesting scuff marks on the black linoleum floor OF EVIL.
Now the musicians are making incomprehensible conversation using the same syllables as the singing, dancing zombies. I bet the musicians are talking about reeds. No, metronomes. No, reeds.
That man is still waving the stick. What does it mean?
Shiny zombie sleeping bags with shiny black zombie zippers! I want one.
Why can't I hear the musicians whistling? Fishwhistle promised that there would be whistling.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
And then I came home and discovered that the whole internet was full of zombies, which gave a pleasing circularity to the whole day.
Well, I'm going to go send a lot of emails now. Resend, that is. Grrrr. Argh.