Bed Time...

Ya know, I think maybe I should be in bed. I've gotten a bunch done today. I've been sorting out all the intricacies of having two mail programs, one of which handles an smtps and a smtp-with-optional-TLS port while the other handles a pop-with-optional-TLS, imap-with-mandatory-TLS, pop3s and imaps ports. All of this plus server-side and client-side certificates for varoius uses.

Not only has it taken me a while, but I've had to stop and document a lot of the details I've worked out, since I've had to pull them from a dozen different places. Yeesh!

Anyway, its not quite all working yet, but I think I know why. The trouble is, I'm too loopy to finish it now. Maybe tomorrow.

Gnight All!

Perchance to Dream. Ay, there's the Rub.

Comics can be scary people. Its been said that genius is akin to madness and comedians are probably better aware of that fine line that others. I think that's why Robin Williams wanted to do a number of dark movies, in order to explore that. Then there was that CSI episode I watched two nights ago that involved murder at a comedy club. Some of the comics were very disturbed.

All this is a possible explanation of why last night my brain decided that my dreams should segue into a made-for-tv movie staring Eugene Levy as a pschopathic rapist. Eesh. Its left a bad taste in my brain, but its has convinced me that he could be a very nasty villian.

Anyway, I think I'm gonna self-caffinate now.

Dad's Home.

Very Strange and Wonderful Flash Animation that I found out about from labyrinthman. Nuff said.