Grumble. I picked a hotel partly based on free high-speed wireless in room. Which is great. High signal, rippin’ speed. Only I can’t get VPN in to work. And that’s where my email is. All of it sucked off of the apple corporate mail server, and off of the engineering mail server, onto my own […]
Grumble.
I picked a hotel partly based on free high-speed wireless in room.
Which is great. High signal, rippin’ speed. Only I can’t get VPN in to work. And that’s where my email is. All of it sucked off of the apple corporate mail server, and off of the engineering mail server, onto my own private, secure disk space on my own server in my office.
Which is behind a firewall. The castle walls are high and I’m outside, portcullis down, drawbridge up. Moat fulla piranha.
I don’t care about, you know, work-related mail. But me own personal mail, THAT I want.
Did I mention, grumble?
My gmail is reachable if you wanna get me (fan mail from some flounder, dirty notes and filthy jokes), but I can’t respond to anything at my usual addresses until I 1) figure out what in the local network is fucking me, or 2) get home later this week.
At least I can still blog.