It's only one of my accounts that won't log in. THE ONE I HAVE TO EMAIL OUT MY INTERVIEW RESPONSE FROM. Fuck!
Hey, evil dead, you're in my seat.
Xander ,'First Date'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Wolfram - Apr 15, 2005 11:51:06 am PDT #6047 of 10001
Visilurking
tommyrot - Apr 15, 2005 11:53:24 am PDT #6048 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
It's only one of my accounts that won't log in. THE ONE I HAVE TO EMAIL OUT MY INTERVIEW RESPONSE FROM. Fuck!
Well, if you absolutely have to have it sent out from gmail, you could email it (using another account) to someone else and then have that person log into your gmail account and sent it for you.
Gudanov - Apr 15, 2005 11:54:27 am PDT #6049 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
Betsy -- I have a KitchenAid mixer, an ice cream machine with dual vats, a crock pot with a timer, a 400 watt hand blender, cordless electric kettle, and one of those one-handed pepper grinders. Am not averse to the kitchen gadgets. However, West LA kitchens? Way short on counter space.
You need a vacuum sealer. I just vacuum sealed a bunch of meat last night, it's cool and stuff lasts forever.
Wolfram - Apr 15, 2005 11:55:36 am PDT #6050 of 10001
Visilurking
Thanks tommy but it wouldn't work. I just tried logging into that particular account from another computer - no dice. And I can get into my other couple of gmail accounts from this computer - no problem. There must be something in that account that's messing with the process.
Just tried POP access too. No love.
shrift - Apr 15, 2005 11:56:33 am PDT #6051 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
You know, I'm realizing that my notion of deep-frying seems to require breading.
Clearly you've never attended White Trash Night with me back at the ranch. The menfolk cook the meats in the turkey fryer out in the driveway and the womenfolk (some barefoot & pregnant!) make macaroni and cheese and corn on the cob in the kitchen. We drink of beer from the kegerator using Kool-Aid pitchers to transport it. We also drink of the rum and the whiskey. Froofy drinks are mocked heartily. We partake of the food, gather in the living room, and order of the WWF Raw.
Laura - Apr 15, 2005 11:56:41 am PDT #6052 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
I do need a vacuum sealer. There just isn't a kitchen gadget I don't need. Stuff lasting in my house isn't so much an issue though.
Gudanov - Apr 15, 2005 11:56:49 am PDT #6053 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
I wish I knew a way to help Wolfram, that sucks.
Jessica - Apr 15, 2005 11:57:58 am PDT #6054 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
There just isn't a kitchen gadget I don't need.
Sing it, sister.
Though a vacuum sealer would have to be a gift. I can't see myself buying one.
§ ita § - Apr 15, 2005 11:58:45 am PDT #6055 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
You need a vacuum sealer. I just vacuum sealed a bunch of meat last night, it's cool and stuff lasts forever
Then I'd be Kat and lori. Which would be too confusing.
Wolfram - Apr 15, 2005 11:58:46 am PDT #6056 of 10001
Visilurking
Thanks Gud. 'Salright, I'll just send it over the weekend. That way it looks like I'm doing job search related stuff in my spare time.
I'm more concerned now that I'll never get back in and lose all my Gmail stored email.