I type this as I stuff a cold over-spiced omelette into my warm receiving monkeymouth, and I write merely to confirm that I am not dead; in fact, as I sleep I am composing posts about farmers, conference and bilingual working practices in my head.
But other matters are pressing on my tiny brain, each one slowly whittling away the time available to update my web-blog, the main one being:
"Where O where has my Mac (now apparently known as MobileMe) email gone?"
1% of users cannot access their mail, and I must be one of that 1%. Does anyone know what's going on?
(And no, this is not the time to write irritating comments about the superiority of Gmail and/or any other web-based email service; nor is it the time to slag off Mac and/or posit the superiority of the PC-based experience: the fact is that as each day passes - and it's been five already - Apple are doing a very good job of getting me to fall out of love with them, a feat that I thought was almost impossible.)
Yes. Fuck off, Apple Mac. In my eyes, the Apple is now rotten, full of worms, decay and death. Yes. I hate you, Apple Mac. I never thought I could say it, but I have; it is as astonishing as saying I hate Marmite, John Lewis or Staedtler Lumocolour permanent pens with small nibs - unthinkable until now.
Damn you, Steve Jobs, and all who sail in you. And tell me where my fucking email is, you big twat.
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There's been a bit of a wobble (typically British understatement).
Try going to old mac.com site, which will go to new MobileMe sit, and access via webmail.
Trust me (I am, after all, your Mother) - this is nothing compared with the problems various friends have with their beastly PCs.
It will pass and you get an extra month's free subscription for your trouble.
No point in me gloating, karma would come around and explode my PC. Which may not be a bad thing.
Have another glass of absinthe while you wait.
Mr Farty, I am not surprised you own a PC!
Maman, c'est encore pire que ça, it's all fucking down, even on the fucking pissing webmail! yes indeed. It is distressing in the extreme. And I agree with you re. PCs (see above). But I live in hope (and Montreal).
Heartfelt sympathy - which is, I hope, about as unirritating as I can be, albeit quite useless.
Hmm. Google's crap too. Plus they're trying to take over the world, a very unsavoury trait in almost anyone. (Even Apple - but I'd never buy a PC.)
Good luck! And I'll save that email a week or so shall I?
As I can't reach you by email ... have you tried changing your email address to @me.com?
MMxxxx
I would normally commiserate with a great deal of saint-like empathy but I have spent three days trying to get my new work computer to do ANYTHING - recognize its mouse (and not switch it off every 10-30 seconds requiring its button be pressed again, and again, and again), properly install the work-related email program, stop coughing and suggesting Firefox sucks every time I try to get on the internet - and I am dead inside. And yes it is a work-mandated PC and yes it is fucking Vista. Scuze me, I must go back to trying to navigate the IT department website using a Wacom tablet and a great deal of colourful language.
I never used the .mac email, so although this sounds a bit I'm-alright-Jack, infact I am.
Hope it gts sorted though. PC's are just horrible.
(Is it an iPhone phenomina[sp] that is breaking it do you think?)
Truth is, the putatively superior "cool factor" associated with Macs is now entirely related to the prettier boxes they come in. The idea of Mac as a better working computer jumped the shark ages ago (as the cool kids say).
And this is coming from a boy who has only owned macs.
You can slap me now.
J-Boy, you're fired. And don't be a dick, it's not just the prettier boxes they come in, and you KNOW that.
MM - yes. I've done it all. With the boys in our IT department, on 3 computers. One of their servers is fucked apparently. Anyway. It'll come back eventually.
Everyone else, than you for your kind words of loving support which sustain me through these difficult times .. and if you've tried to send me an email in the last week well, I probably haven't got it. But may one day. Who knows.
"... other matters are pressing on my tiny brain."
Perhaps your fez shrunk in the wash?
Also, you last sentence made me do a LOL.
Hope your email situation gets fixed soon.
NWM. You are not the only 1 percenter. I too, am annoyingly sans la poste electronique, as they say in Walthamstow. Could it that possibly Mr Jobs has vented his spleen solely at people who used to work on the XXX account at XXXX between 200X and 200X? Yes, I rather think it might.
NWM. You are not the only 1 percenter. I too, am annoyingly sans la poste electronique, as they say in Walthamstow. Could it that possibly Mr Jobs has vented his spleen solely at people who used to work on the XXX account at XXXX between 200X and 200X? Yes, I rather think it might.
Bugger. I pressed the 'publish your comment' button a little too enthusiastically.
aaah...now i know why the email i sent you was bounced back!
don't despair, dear nonworkingmonkey - there is life after Mac!
Life without email rules. It's like living in the 70s. You actually have to like call somebody or - gulp - go hang out with them in person. But then I am a Mac Junkie and I have been brainwashed. No really - I have 4 iPods without knowing why. It's tragic.
Life without email rules. It's like living in the 70s. You actually have to like call somebody or - gulp - go hang out with them in person. But then I am a Mac Junkie and I have been brainwashed. No really - I have 4 iPods without knowing why. It's tragic.
Bugger. I too did that over enthusiastic 'publish your comment' button thing.
I know you are not wanting this, but try gmail. do you want someone else to get a hold of nonworkingmonkey"at"gmail.com? No. Also, it is good. Glad you are alive! :)
Singe,
Je compatis. I have just returned from a small island, after spending 2 fruitless weeks chasing around "doing the shopping" aka illicitly trying to find the internets, which were in the custodianship of an elderly gentleman in a back alley in Newport, and getting into shit for it.
I hope it is all fixed soon because I want farmers.
Excuse me - you give us a choice of topics and then don't deliver. What sort of service is this?
I sent you an email that I guess you didn't get. I was asking if I could steal a whole paragraph of your words from 2006. They're old words - dead and over-exposed now. I could breathe new life into them. Let me know.
hurry up and get it sorted out!!!
and PLEASE never, NEVER stop blogging! I have quite literally wept with laughter since i discovered your wonderful musings on life. they are a joy to read, even the really naughty ones!
Chally. Send the email again. I am sure it is fine but what is it for, and which bit is it? It is probably quite brilliant, so I am not worrying about the quality of it.
Yes!
So you didn't get my drunken email last night about "American Tan?" Bugger.
I agree with "anonymous". You are clearly dead. This post was merely a Soviet style conspiracy to make us believe you are still alive.
I think you should at least post a picture of your monkey paw holding today's paper.
Missing: One Monkey wearing a fez and clutching a small glass of absynthe. Anthropomorphically sound. Unbearably cute and startingly funny, if occasionally a dirty, dirty monkey. Last seen in the wilds of the Trudeau colony. Seriously missed. Reward offered.
What's the reward?
No. Not that.
No! As if.
Oh, please!
*sigh* Just bring back the monkey and no one gets hurt, okay?
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