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June 23, 2000 |
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Remember the entire ordeal with my home e-mail account? The one that I've been agonizing about for roughly a week? The one that has led me to hours of research to track down all the last bit of information about random internet services attached to my old e-mail address? Good! This morning I get another mail from GeoCities:
From: GeoCities Administration [mailto:civics@geostaff.com]Can we say… Psych! Yeah, I had moved a number of services to a different e-mail, but still I had been lagging on others. I still hadn't sent mail to all my friends, and now I suppose that I won't. I can breathe a sigh of relief and at the same time curse them for the wild goose chase. I feel like I've been toyed with.
Sent: Friday, June 23, 2000 4:05 AM
Cc: recipient list not shown: ;
Subject: Explanation of our earlier email
Dear GeoCities Member,
Last week, we inadvertently notified you that we would stop supporting your oocities.com email address. Please disregard our prior email. Yahoo! GeoCities will continue to forward your geocites.com email to the address you've already provided us with.
We apologize for the confusion our earlier email may have caused - our intent was to send that only to members that hadn't gone through the re-registration process.
Thank you very much for your understanding,
The GeoCities Team
And I was looking forward to the end (or significant decrease) of the spam mail. However, I did sign up with BraveNet, who has a nifty e-mail forwarding service through a form. And naturally, I've put together my own form for e-mail. With any luck, it'll cut down on the spam mail.
Yes, I realize that you can fake your e-mail name. If you do and I find out who you are, you'll be the target of some very ingenious practical jokes. You've been warned.
As I was leaving for work, I found a small
package by my door. I normally keep a mental note of any packages that I'm
expecting. This wasn't anything I ordered. Naturally, I was curious. I
walked back inside and opened it. It was a Braves shirt.
I just want to let you know that I don't normally have Braves' things show up on my doorstep every day, the tickets on Monday non-withstanding. I inspect the packaging for any clues as to precisely where it came from.
It's from Aileen. She had mailed this to me for my birthday. It's a very cool shirt. I have surprisingly few Braves' shirts; so this is a great addition to the collection.
Thanks, Sis!I then headed to work. I was going to help Len move some stuff today. There you go, five years of higher education and I'm doing cheap manual labor. Cool!.
I noticed that there was a figurine on my chair (see picture…). There wasn't any note attached to it or anything. Now, I have dragons spontaneously appear in my office. Not to worry, my office is an extra-dimensional gateway… okay, I didn't figure you'd buy that one.
I was guessing that this was from Trudy, since she mentioned that she kept forgetting to bring in the birthday present she got me, which she happened to have picked up when she was in Taiwan. I sent her an e-mail.
It is a blue dragon, of course. It is very cool. I'm afraid this picture doesn't do it justice.
Thanks, Trudy!
I took some time in the afternoon to help Len with some moving. He's moving some of his things from a smaller to a larger rented storage. No furniture, mostly boxes really. Still it was a sizable amount of stuff. It would be moving things from the second floor of one building to the first floor of another. Luckily, they had an elevator and moving carts.
The elevator is one where you're not supposed to ride; you simply put the items in it and climb up or down the stairs to meet your items. The reason why Len and I knew that is because it was plastered with signs saying precisely that all over the place. Naturally, I was tempted, but wisdom got the better of me.
The cart is a typical moving cart. The wheels were set up like the wheels on a shopping cart. One set of wheels is stationary and the other turns. This is okay for a shopping cart, but in this case the elevator was fairly tough to maneuver into. Len and I wondered why these carts were not constructed with two sets of wheels that pivot. Anyone have any clue?
It took us five trips to move all the contents of the first storage place into the second. Hey, I'm just cheap manual labor. Len still had some more stuff to move… furniture this time. I promised that I would help him. As for the moving, this would be it for today.
I had plans with Pam tonight. I did want to pick up a few things before I went to her place. I'm playing in a softball game tomorrow and my ankle has been somewhat less than perfect, so I figured that I would get an ankle brace. I ended up running a few errands. I picked up a tire pump to fix the tire on Pam's bicycle. I also stopped by the grocery store to pick up champagne and flowers for her.
I showed up at her place shortly after 8pm. It seems like every Friday I'm running later and later. She finished some things while we talked about where to get dinner. We had options, there were a number of nearby restaurants, so we could walk, and naturally, we could always drive somewhere.
She did give me a birthday card, actually it was a birthday card from her mom, whose birthday I share. It was a Peanuts card, Lucy to be more specific. It was a very sweet gesture.
Although we did decide to get something nearby, naturally, we still had not decided precisely where to go. There was a new Italian restaurant a few blocks away and we were headed in that general direction. It was a moderately chilly night, not rainy though. The walk was tolerable, maybe even pleasant.
The place was small and seemingly family-owned. Pam was a bit reluctant to go in because it looked deserted. Chutney's was right across the street. We could not make the decision, so we let fate decide for us. We tossed a coin. Seriously. We were at least tactful enough to do this outside of the proprietor's viewing range. It was heads; we went to Chutney's.
We got out usual at Chutney's. Well, of sorts, we had only been here together once before, but we also ordered the same things. I ordered the lamb biryani, she got the chicken tikka masala, and we also got a naan. The food was exceptional. Ironically, the place cleared out shortly after we got there. So much for dining in a restaurant that is not deserted.
The proprietor stopped by and talked to us for a while. He was a pleasant fellow with an accent, which one I could not begin to tell you. There are many different Indian dialects. He asked us for our opinion of the food. He mentioned having recently opened another restaurant in the Eastside, and presumably causing this restaurant to lose a little business. I suppose that's the breaks.
Some other folks walked in and sat down in booth near the back; they too were Indians. I'm not sure if they ordered food or not, but they had some drinks. I'm not sure if they were patrons, or perhaps friends with the owner. I think Pam and I were the only ones that would be eating.
Neither of us finished our meals so we packed it up. Pam was questioning my method of packing our food, thinking that it would certainly spill on the way home. I challenged it. We started walking back to her place. We did have to stop by the convenience store to pick up some milk. Of course, now carrying two bags would certainly throw off the balance of the doggie bag, which probably has spilled by now.
We had to wake up relatively early tomorrow, so we went to sleep shortly after we got back. [ZZzzz…]
June 23, 2000