Am I missing something vital?

Only the part where I go to the bakery and ask for a pumpkin pie and pay the nice lady.

Then he tried to recall it. But too late! I'd read it, Asshole Portland Man! See if I'm ever polite to you again.

Methinks Asshole Portland Man will live to regret this.

Hmmmm. I just discovered that I'm making pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving. I'm assuming one gets pie crust, gets a can or two of pumpkin pie filling, inserts filling into crust, and bakes. When the pie is done and cool you smother it with whipped cream and eat.

Careful there - mostly what's in the can is just pumpkin. They'll have a recipe on the back which mostly involves mixing in some eggs, sugar, and spices. (Which you can get all together - look for "pumpkin pie spice.") But it's still easy-peasy.

Groupwise (Novell) had a great and completely transparent recall -- if you hadn't read it, it disappeared from your inbox. As far as I can tell with MS, all recall means is "Hey! So and so really regrets sending this e-mail -- you need to read it right away!"

"Hey! So and so really regrets sending this e-mail -- you need to read it right away!"

Hee, pretty much - it's like the graphic violence and adult content warnings before tv shows that you were almost not going to watch.

They don't give you an "I voted today" sticker to prevent that?

They probably would have, but voting before coffee = not waiting around for stickers.

I am confused by the whole "recall" function on email messages.

I've never heard of such a thing. I am so out of the loop.

When I think of "recall" in this context I think about the attempt to recall Slim Pickens' B-52 in Doctor Strangelove. And we all know how well that turned out.

Ha. The apology just arrived.

ita, insent to your profile address.

Bleargh. I can already feel that I'm not going to accomplish much today, what with the haunting DailyKos looking for state exit polls and grumbling about the results.

Only the part where I go to the bakery and ask for a pumpkin pie and pay the nice lady.

Tempting. But, alas, not the way of my people. Instead we find as many cheats as possible (pre-made crusts, canned filling, etc.) and then hand over a baked product with the words "home made" falling from our lying lips.

Except for apple. I've gone and picked the apples for my pies once or twice.

They'll have a recipe on the back which mostly involves mixing in some eggs, sugar, and spices.

Ah, good to know, thanks!

Ha. The apology just arrived.

You should pretend you never got the apology.