When the man tries to fuck with you… fuck’em back. Actually, Comcast did the oldest, easiest thing in the book. They simply changed all their bizarre server addresses back to the “normal” ones. Things like smtp.comcast.net, or POP3. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that sooner. I knew I put to much stock in them. I should have never thought that they’d be able to pull off something like host names. Oh well. Their loss. My gain. Damn the man and all that jazz.
Elsewhere on the field of the bizzare. I found my watch. It seemed to appear out of no where but it may have been wrapped up in some clothes that I moved. At any rate, it “appeared” on my floor last night as I was going to bed. I did a little dance and shared my jubilation with the world… or rather with my roommates. But anyway.
So, that leaves me with nothing left to “damn the man” for, at least for the time being. What ever will I do. Well, it’s a rainy Saturday, I’ll do what any good geek would do. I’ll play a little CS, maybe take a nap, tinker a bit with Flash and the rest is still up in the air.
That is all… for the moment.