Shredding

I've spent the last half-hour out in the garage with Shredder the Incredible Mega Dog. For those of you who aren't me, Shredder the Incredible Mega Dog is a 14-year-old Doberman Pinscher roughly twice the size of any other Doberman you've ever laid eyes on. Shredder is an Incredible Mega Dog because not only is he still alive and kickin' at 14, he's also the best goddamn watchdog I've ever met, even at an age when most other Pinschers are sprouting clovers. We were out in the garage blaring local rock radio stations on the 600-watt stereo and watching the Olympics on the muted TV. I'm telling you this because this is the signal that I'm drunk enough to come back inside, after checking Shredder's water bucket, to update this blog.

So. I spent an hour trying to figure out why I can't connect to my email service's SMTP server. Tried two different clients, tried every possible server settings configuration and I got nothin'. And I've been trying for almost two weeks. And I used to do this for a living. The only conclusion I've been able to reach is that I hate the Internet more than ever.