No LJ comment notifications for me

Spam problems again. The upstream ISP has unilaterally chosen to disable my catchall address, which is very sad because I was depending on it for a lot of stuff. I can't blame them though; the servers were choking on the amount of spam I was getting, and the downstream ISP was refusing delivery of it. Nearly a hundred thousand messages, apparently, managed to stick in my upstream mail queue.

edit: I figured out why the number was so low. That's just the number that arrived between the time the upstream ISP did some server work (changing my IP address) and the time the upstream ISP noticed that there was a problem (because the downstream ISP doesn't have the new upstream IP address whitelisted). That's probably a few hours, maybe an afternoon.

Have I mentioned in the last fifteen minutes how much I loathe spammers? I have? Okay.

I am >< this close to deciding I don't need to have e-mail in my life, except as needed by my job. Thiiiiiis close. (The next person to mention gmail gets thirty lashes with a wet printout of the last ten times I explained why I'm not using gmail. Unless it would be enjoyable.)

Bad day

OK, it's not "no LJ comment notifications" but "no personal e-mail at all". Since about noon.

That's probably about the time I accidentally inhaled the fruit fly and started a coughing fit that lasted nearly an hour, but who's counting?

And one of my cats threw up today, probably while I wasn't home, and I discovered that the ants have found it. The area is not cat food colored but dark brown and wiggling. There is a wide ant highway leading off to one side.

And in looking for how the ants are getting in to the house, Rob discovered that they're coming out from inside the wall. In one room, the painfully cheap addition, the walls don't quite go all the way down. (OK, the paneling.) The list of things we need to fix about this place apparently wasn't long enough already.

My grumpiness might be exceeded by that of these ants, who, when all is said and done, are driven to invade the den of a dangerous killer so they can fetch and carry puke in order to survive. In the lives of these ants, finding an enormous puke pile in the home of someone who will kill them is a major positive. Plus many of them are about to get exterminated, like, right now.

(See? There's always SOMEBODY having a worse day.)