Tongue Action

It must have started fairly recently, but lately I've noticed that when I'm concentrating on something, I stick my tongue out and bite down on it.

It looks really stupid.

Spammers Win

Okay, I give up. From now on, instead of "anything@joelogon.com" getting into my mailbox, there are only 6 magic words that will work. This is after I couldn't even open my inbox because it was so jammed full, after not checking my mail for 2 days.

I just hope I didn't forget anything important.

After my workout at the gym this morning (I went to see if I could remember how to do stuff. Like how to open my lock. Good thing I kept the combination sticker. It's practice for next week, when I join the New Year's resolution crowd. Shoulder still hurts but the close-grip variants should work okay.), I threw my towel into the trash, instead of the bin.

Things That Happen When I Let My Hair Go Long

* It takes much longer to shower. I actually have to blow-dry my hair
* I have to clean my glasses many more times per day
* Hair on the floor. Everywhere
* Most distressingly, I keep getting mistaken for a woman

Events Have Caught Up to Me

My domain is set up so that any mail sent to the domain forwards to my inbox. This used to be a good thing...until spammers started throwing the dictionary at us.

Unfortunately, I've used a bunch of different reply-to addresses (some of which I've lost track of), so that setting up rules to allow them would be a hassle. I suppose I'll have to try to clean things up.

Anyway, I'd had my SpamAssassin set to mark spam as deleted and move it to a junkmail folder, where I could review it before deleting it. (Not that I ever did.)

Sunday, I had over 20,000 messages in my junkmail folder. Every time I tried to expunge the folder, PINE crapped out. I ended up having to delete the folder.

Needles to say [sic], spam goes into the ether now.

Terminated?

I had a dream last night. It featured much of the principle cast of Terminator 2 & 3.

Details are hazy (as they are wont to be). I believe we had defeated whatever antagonists we were facing, and were setting upon the laborious task of labelling all the furniture for a tag sale.

Also, at one point, I distinctly remember giving the lovely Kristanna Loken (the female terminator from T-3) a hickey.

I rolled over, looked at the clock. It was noon.

I had forgot to set the alarm last night.

I didn't roll in to work until 1pm.