Greetings, Patriarchy-Blamers. A few words.
After struggling with the eccentricities of Appleâ€™s Mail.app for over two years, I have finally thrown in the towel and switched over to Thunderbird. Itâ€™s kind of unattractive, and it canâ€™t read the address book Iâ€™ve been nurturing like a little lost limping kitten since the mid-nineties, but at least it downloads my mail, which is more than I can say for the psycho fucking Apple application.
â€œSo what?â€ you ask. â€œYour software troubles mean little or nothing in my young life.â€
Well, if you have sent me an email during the past month or so, and have received no response, it is not because I am a flake–although I am a flake–but because the transition between email applications has been tortured and arduous. Mistakes were made. Tempers flared. Emails were lost.
Temporary Service Interruptions Possible
Starting August 19, or possibly the day after, Iâ€™ll be substitute-blogging at Bitch.PhD. I plan to be screwing up her perfectly decent blog for ten days or so while the Doctor flits off to her private island in the South Pacific to get massages from mute eunuchs and sip from coconuts next to her bitch-shaped pool.
"Big whoop," you say. "Your extracurricular activities mean little or nothing in my young life."
Well, a recent brain scan–more precisely, a scan of my blogydular lobe–revealed a high improbability that I have the chops to pull off quality posts at two blogs simultaneously, so–well, you see where this is going. If Iâ€™m not here, Iâ€™ll be over there.