Ding-danggit! I Deleted My Addresses

A really “M” post for this Monday on MPSIMS. (“M” for “Mundane”, not “Monday”.) This weekend I had a little too much time on my hands. I thought I’d organize the addresses I collected on my e-mail account. Like this is so hard. It’s already alphabetized, like that isn’t good enough.

No, no, no, I had to have all my addresses in little folders. One little folder, to tell the truth. And like I’ve said before, I always tell the truth. Except where a bald-faced lie would be funnier. Not a bold-faced lie. They are not funny. Lie. See? Not funny.

So I rounded up all my addresses, except for one, and jammed them in a brand spanking new folder marked “Dopers”. This would be a pretty big give-away for what addresses I had. Yup, Doper Addresses. When someone would e-mail me, I’d take their address and pop it into my address list like a little computer-geeky pack rat. Why? I’m not sure. The only time I e-mail anyone is when I’m reading along in a thread and want to reply to something someone said and it’s too banal to actually post. And you’ve seen the crap I post. Can you imagine what I’d consider too banal to throw out onto the Message Board? So, there’s the e-mail address I need anyway, right there at the bottom of the post. Yeah, I’d have to click an icon thingie. But is that really so hard? No, not really.

So I have this list of Doper’s e-mail addresses that I never actually use (except that one time I had an “Invisible Thread” going) and I have this burning need to organize it past the “alphabet” stage. So I whip up this new folder and I pack it full of Doper Addresses. All fine and good. But they are all still strewn all over my address list. Man! I just jammed them into a folder. What are they doing sitting out like this? (And, really, why should it matter? I’m the only one who ever sees this stuff.)

So, what do I do? I delete them. They’re all in the other folder, right? So what harm could I do?

Rue’s Computer Tip: When you delete an address from your “Every Stinking Address You Have” File, they get sucked out of your new folders too.

And you just can’t delete these things. No, there’s a whole protocol you have to slog through. To keep you from deleting them by accident, I’d wager.

Computer: Do you really want to delete all this junk?
Me: Yeah. I have them in another folder.
Computer: (C: after this)You realize this is the “Everybody” folder you’re deleting them out of? If they are in any folder, they show up here too.
Me: (Who’ll stay “Me:”. It’s only one letter.)What? You think I’m some boob? An idiot? I know what I’m doing! Not get with it! Chop-chop!
C: You’re really sure? It’s not like you can just scoop them out of the trash you know.
Me: Yes! Just do it already!
C: OK. It’s done. Heh-heh.
Me: [sub]Crap.[/sub]

I’m currently rebuilding my vast e-mail address empire. It could take days. Or a good hour, if I get on it. The thing that bugs me most is the Very Important Irretrievable Data I had. I’d really be cheesed if I had any Very Important Irretrievable Data that got lost. I did lose thinksnow’s real life address, but it’s not like I’d actually send him an Auxiliary Elephant, he gets those anyway.

So, I’m re-building a Doper Address List, now.

I have a hobby.
-Rue.

Allow me to assist: Astroboy14@hotmail.com

You’re welcome.

PS: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! In the words of Astrogirl: “Pabo!!”:smiley:

I have think’s real-life addy. What’ll ya give me for it? :smiley:

Got you one better: I deleted an entire email folder. Correction- I “hard-deleted” it, meaning it wasn’t even in the “deleted items” folder, it was just gone, baby!

I was so distraught, I actually called tech support (of course, they couldn’t do anything…idiots.)

I’ve got 2-IRL add’ys, which one do you think you have, kitty? :wink:

OK, did anyone else catch this? The name of the game is "What is the ONE address that Rue didn’t lose?"
I came up with a few possibilities:[ul]

  • Definitely not a family member - that’s too boring for our Rue
  • CustomerService@PenisStretcher.com? No, Rue comes across as a manly, self-assured, virile sorta guy whose wife would kick his butt if he bought crap like that…
  • Mitzi@Lovin.com? No, see above.
  • DeepThoughts@philosopher.com? Well, he is kinda deep and profound, in his own way…[/ul]
    I dunno… what’s your guess? What’s the one address Rue didn’t trash??

mine? :smiley:

d&r

Okay, see, now THIS sort of behavior will get you in trouble. Here I am, with a bargaining chip, ready to grab Rue by the shorthairs, and you wander in and mess it all up. He didn’t need to know I may have a sub-standard RL addy for you… all he needed to know was I had an addy. Damnit.

You got your underpants, did you not? Then the addy I have works, doesn’t it? Stop confusing the issue with facts. :stuck_out_tongue:

-BK [sub]who was up til 11:30 bathing her dogs last night and who really just wants to take a nap[/sub]

Note - Fixed coding. E.

[Edited by Eutychus55 on 10-08-2001 at 08:23 AM]

I was just going to tell you which address I didn’t flush. But now I won’t. You guys figure it out on your own. If you guess right, I’ll let you know. (Again, “Say the magic woid and a duck comes down!”)

And babekitty (yeah, I did that on purpose, I got tired of always using your real (fake) name) weren’t you paying attention? I don’t want think’s address. I ain’t gonna send him nuthin’. He gets enough attention as it is. Don’t want our buddy to get a swelled head. He’d have to get all new hats.

(And if you’re going for the shorthairs, pull your claws in first. OK?)
-Rue.

I know which one Rue didn’t delete: his own.

Wrong! Ms SmartyPants Ellen. I was in the Dopers folder with all the rest. Now I have to e-mail me to let me know I can put me back in my list of e-mail addresses.

So there!

But it’s useful for so many OTHER things. I mean, sure, technically it still qualifies as sending him stuff, but don’t you think the inherent satisfaction of knowing that he’s receiving a veritable glut of tacky, non-plain-packaging, sexually explicit ads vastly outweighs the distaste of, as you so delicately put it, swelling his head?

Claws in… check. Nothin’ but pad. :smiley: [Flower voice on]And you can call me babekitty if you want to. [Flower voice off]

Oh… and Euty-darlin’? [sub]Tipping hat in his direction, which I think is somewhere to the left of me[/sub] Thanks!! :slight_smile:

-BK

Mornin’ Rue! Okay, still not Mornin’, but whenever I see your Monday posts it just puts me in a Mornin’ frame of mine. I feel your pain. Stop it, I don’t want to feel your pain. This empathy crap is not all that it’s cut out to be. Anyway, I am sure that you didn’t delete my address, or you would probably have lost the will to live. Or the will to love. Or the will to ill. One of those, for sure. Along the empathy front I have had my tech support delete my vast collection of e-mail (the work one, not the small relatively unimportant (but oh so much more fun) non-work one. Twice. Of course the first time they were combined so I lost everything. Not the addresses, just the actual e-mails, some of which were very important, like the dirty jokes my father likes to pass along together with glurge. So I can sort of empathize.

My father likes to use me for Tech Support whenever I vist him in Florida. At least he used to, which always cut into my vacation and socialization time, until I came up with an evil plan. On one trip after being asked to fix various and sundry things on his home office PC, I decided to play a little joke on him. Now lest you believe this was purely malicious, I must explain a bit about my Pops. He is the sort that is always asking me to change things, but then when I do exactly as he has asked, he then decides that is no good and I should put it back as it was before. I have tried to explain to him the consequences of these changes so that we could skip both steps. Better yet, I have even asked him what the problem was so that I could explain real solutions that would actually meet his needs. But no, he knows best (he is the Dad, no sense in listening to the younger, oh no) and we must do things his way, even though they almost never, ever work. So that’s the background.

So this one time I got out an old DOS manual and wrote a very simple program to spin his disk the next time he started his computer (just a bunch of DIR commands in a file, with a couple of messages at the front. The first one said “Would you like to reformat your drive? > Y/N”. Regardless of what he replied, the second message said “Now reformatting drive(s)… Please wait”. Then I spun his drive with the DIR commands for about 5-10 minutes. I also did somethings so that no matter what he did he couldn’t stop this file from running. Then I let my mother know what was happening so that she could tell him it was a joke if he looked as if he was in the process of a coronary and it happened while I wasn’t there.

Fortunately I got to watch this happen. He cursed a blue streak and almost cried, but didn’t have a heart attack. Now the last message the file wrote out was “Your drive has been reformatted… Happy Birthday!.. Don’t believe everything your computer tells you” Now he never asks me for help anymore. He still forwards the glurge, so apparently the lesson about not believing everything his computer says was lost on him, but I did get out of the free tech support role.

So Happy Monday, and I will send you an e-mail sometime later to respond to your last e-mail. This will be from my fun account, not from my work account. I am in a programming course this week so I won’t make so many posts and you and ladyfoxfyre and others can catch up. But I will be able to write some badass programs after this week, I hope.

Astroboy (And I have to call you “Astroboy”, there’s an “astro” around here someplace. So shortening you to “Astro” would get confusing. The big “A” isn’t enough to differentiate you two. Referring to “Astro” in a post where I quoted “Astroboy14” might be a give-away, though. But why take the chance? Anyway, back to the question…) I understood what you meant. (You heartless bastard. But on the bright side, you are at the tippy-top of my shiney new e-mail address list. I’m waiting for a Doper named “Aardvark”.) But what exactly does “pabo” mean?

Since you are quoting the tender-hearted Astrogirl (Who is much too good for you, by the way. Buy her something nice today.) I figure it means something like: “I empathize completely with your plight, you poor boy. If you weren’t married and I wasn’t engaged to some galloot, I’d send you naked pictures of me. But you are and I am, so I won’t. Unless the big galloot doesn’t buy me something nice. And soon! I may just have to start shopping around. It’s really too bad about your addresses though.”

That’s what it means, right? Korean is such a streamlined language. I just thought I’d check, before I start dropping the work in my casual conversations with all my other Korean-speaking friends.
-Rue.