A post from Far Away

[desperance]

Am in the hot and steamy south, with all the windows open.

I have wifi, which I am determined not to use. QED.

I am not going to read my friends list; I have novels to read. And reading-glasses to read them with, for I am old.

I am most particularly not going to haunt my catsitters' LJs for any stray mention of the cats. That would be stalkerly behaviour, and I do not do that. Oh no.

I am genuinely and actually not going to be checking my e-mail, because I cannot remember the complicated URL I need for webmail access. My real life will be a blank to me for weeks'n'weeks. My Sooper-Seekrit Plan is that I will get a lot of work done in this interstice. Reality? Pfui. We snigger at reality, and commit humiliations upon it. I have already thought of the beginning to yet another story, tho' determined actually to finish some of those I've already started, tho' I was more properly hoping to advance the novel briskly...

Whatever. I shall write an opening paragraph, and then go for a walk. And buy coffee. I have been in this house for about twelve hours, mostly sleeping, and I have already drunk them out of coffee. *twitches*

Also, I just spotted a Mac-hair caught in my mini-mouse. Aww...

Comments

[wishwords.livejournal.com]

He wanted to make sure you don't forget him. Awww.

[devonellington.wordpress.com (from livejournal.com)]

Enjoy!

Get lots of work done!

I'll have more news to share when you return.

[esmeraldus-neo.livejournal.com]

They kitties, they are fine. They have not escaped, nor burnt down the house, nor clawed us to bits.

Mac and I have had a Serious Talk about etiquette involved in taking scraps from the hand: jaws only, no claws.

[the-magician.livejournal.com]

I use www.mail2web.com ... I've used them for years and have had no problems with them sending me spam or passing my details on to anyone else ... and they are free.

Whether you'll be able to remember enough details about your email account to be able to use it, I can't say, but it works for me (and I use them to check my email on my phone as well, using the phone's web browser)

[durham-rambler.livejournal.com]

The "complicated URL" is www.chazbrenchley.co.uk/webmail which is simple and obvious enough for me not to worry about posting it here. What you do need to know are your user name and password, which I won't post here but can tell you if you can find a secure means of communication.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

When a man declares firmly that he does not wish to be bothered with mail while he is on holiday WORKING, it is impolite to pester him with information of this kind.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Is it? I'm sorry, I swear it had become something long and complicated the last time I asked. Musta misunderstood, for I am slow of study.

Unsurprisingly, then, the username and password that I thought I remembered aren't working either. I may phone you...

[desperance.livejournal.com]

PS - no need for the dreaded telephoning - I have remembered! I can has mail! I lasted, ooh, a full two days without it...!

*has no willpower*

*at all*

Further to my last

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Roger, I logged in fine and picked up my mail, using Horde, despite getting a Certificate Error warning advising me not to proceed; when I tried to reply, though (to a message from Jean, as it happens), I just got an error message back, to wit:

[SMTP: Invalid response code received from server (code: 503, response: All RCPT commands were rejected with this error: Sender verify failed Valid RCPT command must precede DATA)]

Is there anything I can do about this?

Re: Further to my last

[durham-rambler.livejournal.com]

Since you can receive email, I have sent you a message about how to get round this one. It includes information that I would rather not post on a public forum.

[glass-mountain.livejournal.com]

Ah, reading glasses. I have just ordered my first pair. Normally I take my usual glasses off and peer at the page...(is old too) XD

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yay for mutual oldness! Me, I had resorted to dragging my regular glasses down to the tip of my nose and peering. The time could not have been too far distant where I would have had to take them off and wave them six inches from my face like magnifying lenses. Which would have looked silly.