Does hotmail make you crazy? It drives me absolutely mad.

Although I do have the writer's tendency to drift into exaggeration mine tends to be wildly extravagant and usually quite apparent. Little things that are incorrect bring out the snarling rabid dog in the back of my brain who wants to know what it's all about and why it's not allowed to do something about it.

This is, I believe, a direct result of being lied to over and over and over and over and over again. And also being subjected to rather painful and humiliating consequences of other people's lies and errors. For instance the accident report for my crash last year said that I was 29 and had been a licensed driver for 20 years. Does that seem likely to any of you? No? Me either. Would the MVA of New Jersey fix things like that? No. Of course not. It's written down. And what's what written in New Jersey is written in stone. Or so it appears to this humble soul.

To get back to hotmail, the source of fascinating spam and annoying LIES, the thing that really bothers me is not the 185 new spams a day I get from them. I don't mind that someone expects me to have bigger breasts and a bigger penis. Whatever. I don't have to live up to their expectations. What bothers me is that hotmail accuses me of being idle! Yes that's right! And we all know that idle hands are the devil's work. Hotmail is trying to send me to Hell! And I pay for this! Yes I got the super duper hotmail so I could store more spam. Not really, it's so I could save my scads of mail Danny and I used to send each other and I'm glad I did.

But the idle thing. Here's a good example. Chris, my oldest son, started a t-shirt company called grafsteez. He makes custom shirts with tags on them. Other things also. He's using the community computer at his house which has an infinite variety of college age men in it. I thought it would be good for him to have his own computer so I bought him a Pentium from eBay for 29.99. Yeah it's from the stone age but it'll give him storage for his work files and by the time he outgrows it he'll be able to afford a better one.

I get the message in hotmail that I won the auction. I click the pay now link. A new window opens. I attempt to pay for the computer using my credit union account. Paypal wants a credit card. Paypal isn't getting a credit card. Paypal and I have a big argument. I win. Eventually and after much bloodshed on each side.

Then I go back to hotmail and I click the auction link to show Cul what the computer looks like and the damn thing tells me I've been too idle! I haven't been idle at all! I've been fighting for my life, my credit card and my son's livelihood. Idle my eye!

The most annoying thing is that the more I curse at it the less it seems to care. I could call it every name under the sun and it wouldn't turn a hair. I think all that porn has made it immune. DAG NAB IT!