In my existence as a linux user, there has been nothing more mysterious and annoying that mail transport agents. Grrrrr. Especially when you're on an ISP which has some really stupid, ugly restrictions on outgoing connections through port 25, which you've had to kludge inelegant workarounds left and right to get things to work at all. And then, under certain circumstances, these kludges backfire. Ugggggghh.

And why am I up typing this at such an hour of the morning? Well, let's just say I woke up an hour ago, got a wierd hunch, and decided to check my email. Only then did I discover that not only had one of my messages not made it to the intended recipient, but an even greater evil had also occurred:

Someone I once trusted implicitly is actually a member of the dark side: this thing known as "hockey". (which I would ordinarily not give a shit about one way or the other, but when it interrupts something important, it becomes a minion of pure evil.) lol. ;)

Well, I implemented another kludge on top of a kludge. (Actually, I fixed another kludge on top of a kludge which hadn't quite been setup right.) I think things are working (by some loose definition of the term) in that department again.

I shall now return again to the world of the unconscious, likely to be inhabited by nightmares of amazon storm troopers, misrouted mail lost in the ether, and crowds of idiots hurrying with all their energy to reach the top of escalators whose the steps are moving downwards, as if on a treadmill. But they've gotta reach the top as fast as possible. Must hurry!

Ok, you know things have degraded when Bitscape starts making references to things that not even a SINGLE ONE of the readers are going to know about. Just odd metaphors concocted in his own mind, and referred to in ramblings without any elaboration as to what's being referred to, nor any context given about anything. Where does THAT fall on the stylistic content choice map?

Good night everybody. It's back to bed for me.