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I should find some sleep.

Words I have started abusing: "dorkfish".

There is a telephone. People can commence with pestering the household via it. Answering machine still needs to be updated, but there is a telephone. Film at eleven. There was no Cox pounding on the door, just a packet left outside. At least it was not Cox sending blank packets. Called amberfox; called the parents and got Dad and had a nice chat. Don't know if Aunt-Fayoumis is evacuated; their power and connectivity is down, as Uncle-Fayoumis's weather station has stopped updating.

I have several weeks of little snippets from my day to share with the rest of the class. I will have to find the time to put those up.

Today's gem: the confused-sounding gentleman who called wanting to know what ports he would need when setting up Outlook. I advised him that I could tell him, but it would do him not a lick of good: he didn't even have his DNS with us, much less his email. He was calling on the advice of his hostmaster, who told him that we can have arcane settings that he would need. That call was good for some wtf-ery.

Oh! And then the guy who interpreted the product PimpMyDomain (not its real name) to mean "I has a domain!" ... no, sir. That one went a lot better than it could have, but then he had no idea what domain he actually was interested in... some people have no creativity. None at all, sir.

My laptop can't be used for work2 connectivity, because it's against security policy. Fair enough. They do have an old one rattling around, though, and that may well be just as top-of-the-line as Thalia here.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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