the status of stuff
Feb. 17th, 2004 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
1. Family situation has resolved more favorably than I had expected, hence I shall indeed be attending Escapade (barring unforeseen catastrophe).
2. I have picked up a mild but disgusting head cold. This does not constitute unforeseen catastrophe, but it does mean I am one spacey sniffly wet mess. I will endeavor not to breathe on or fondle my fellow con attendees.
3. Aha! I *finally* figured out my e-mail problem: in the thick of getting slammed with MyDoom-laden crap, I twiddled my spam filters--not wisely, but too well--and just now discovered that they were filtering out all kinds of perfectly legit mail as well. Thank jeebus I scanned through the "Probably Spam" folder before emptying it, and now all I have to do is actually *reply* to all the backlogged messages. Which will be a little complex given that my brain has been replaced with phlegm, I am doing little but blowing my nose and staring vacantly into space, and I get on an airplane in 38 hours, a timespan during which prodigies of job stuff, laundry, and packing must be accomplished.
4. Um. OK, after years of swearing that I was never getting me one of those gah-darn cellphones, no way, no how -- I, uh, finally got a cellphone. ::glaring around belligerently:: *Solely* due to responsibilities connected with aforementioned family situation, I hasten to add. My utter-novice conclusion about cellphones, after an hour of wrestling with two different instruction manuals trying to get my voicemail box set up, is -- my *god*, this thing is annoying. Fidgety, twiddley, full of complicated and non-intuitive menus (and this is a dead-simple cheapo prepaid model, I should add). It doesn't help that I've never used a cellphone in my life and am hazy on the most basic concepts (nor that, as mentioned, I have phlegm for brains today).
Um. I need to answer e-mail, don't I? Yes? Yes.
2. I have picked up a mild but disgusting head cold. This does not constitute unforeseen catastrophe, but it does mean I am one spacey sniffly wet mess. I will endeavor not to breathe on or fondle my fellow con attendees.
3. Aha! I *finally* figured out my e-mail problem: in the thick of getting slammed with MyDoom-laden crap, I twiddled my spam filters--not wisely, but too well--and just now discovered that they were filtering out all kinds of perfectly legit mail as well. Thank jeebus I scanned through the "Probably Spam" folder before emptying it, and now all I have to do is actually *reply* to all the backlogged messages. Which will be a little complex given that my brain has been replaced with phlegm, I am doing little but blowing my nose and staring vacantly into space, and I get on an airplane in 38 hours, a timespan during which prodigies of job stuff, laundry, and packing must be accomplished.
4. Um. OK, after years of swearing that I was never getting me one of those gah-darn cellphones, no way, no how -- I, uh, finally got a cellphone. ::glaring around belligerently:: *Solely* due to responsibilities connected with aforementioned family situation, I hasten to add. My utter-novice conclusion about cellphones, after an hour of wrestling with two different instruction manuals trying to get my voicemail box set up, is -- my *god*, this thing is annoying. Fidgety, twiddley, full of complicated and non-intuitive menus (and this is a dead-simple cheapo prepaid model, I should add). It doesn't help that I've never used a cellphone in my life and am hazy on the most basic concepts (nor that, as mentioned, I have phlegm for brains today).
Um. I need to answer e-mail, don't I? Yes? Yes.
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Date: 2004-02-17 05:45 pm (UTC)You know, that's how it starts. *g* I have two formerly cellphone-phobic friends who got cellphones because of family emergency stuff, and just weeks later they were among those people glued to their cellphones (not family crisis related I might add) and sending SMS all the time. Whereas I wasn't particularly opposed to cellphones just didn't see them as all that useful for me (I really, really don't like to talk on the phone), but got one as a gift from my utterly cellphone addicted brother, and I still don't use it a lot (as in a 30 Euro pre-paid card lasts like six months and I still have the model my brother gave me over four years ago, practically a dinosaur among cellphones...), though once having a cellphone turned out really useful for calling emergency services without having to leave that guy who had a biking accident I witnessed and had a head injury. So they have their advantages. I still don't like to chatter on the phone, thouh.
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Date: 2004-02-18 05:28 pm (UTC)::nodding:: That would be me as well. If you subtract out work-related calls, and necessary-family-stuff calls, I make maybe three or four phone calls a week.
However, I do really like driving around solo at odd hours and on out-of-the-way roads, so it's probably prudent to have the cellphone for weird situations. (Or, as you note, for helping out with other people's emergencies.)
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Date: 2004-02-18 05:58 pm (UTC)