Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Techno-RAGE

Son of a...! Argh! Uggh! Raaarrr! Fiddlesticks!
So I can't access my email for some reason. I logged on this morning and received this message

Service Unavailable
The service you are trying to access is currently unavailable. Please try again in a few moments.
So a few moments later I tried again. Same message. I logged on a few minutes after that and nothing had changed. A little while later I checked again. Same warning.
Now, here I am three hours later and I'm bouncing off the walls. I can log in and check out the home page, read the news, check local listings for movie times, I could even find a recipe for iguana & kumquat chili, if I so desired, but I cannot check my F'n email! To make matters worse I can see the indicator that tells me I have messages in my inbox. It's just sitting there, mocking me! Taunting! I can't stop checking!
It's like when you go into a job interview and the secretary says, "Mr Rockwell has a glass eye. Please try not to stare." What do you do for the next twenty to twenty five minutes of your job interview? YOU STARE! You stare right at Mr. Rockwell's glass eye! You stare at it so hard that you can see yourself in it! You even start adjusting your tie, and combing your hair in the reflection from that glass eye that you were supposed to pretend to not even notice!
It's human nature! It's not your fault. That's how we were wired. That's just who we are. Look, I'll try again right now.
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Damnnit! What's the good of all this technology if I can't even access my damn email? What's the point? We can clone sheep. We can walk on the moon. We can build cars that use electricity. We can even CGI the crap out of the latest Star Wars movie and send me into sensory overload from all the unnecessary special effects but I can't check my email to get that ever so important Evite to an event I don't want to go to, that offer for free viagra from some anonymous sender, or even that annoying forward, from my so-called friend, about 'how much do I know my friend; really?'.
Well, I guess I should get back to work anyhow!

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