Back from shopping, $96 poorer. Blythe is grumpy now, though ... she had a complete agenda planned out. She knew what thing, size, and color she wanted from each store, but only made out with 2 things on her list. Then there's me ... didn't even know what size I was, didn't try the stuff on, didn't plan on getting anything, and it's now upstairs on my floor in the bag still. Yup ... who's the shopping master?
Got scared when I got home ... couldn't access bradfitz.com. No program would authenticate. imapd wouldn't let me login, nor pop, nor ssh. I thought, "pam is fucked?" But if I entered the wrong password, it'd complain. Ah ... @home's DNS wasn't reversing. I added our static IP to the machine's hosts file and all is now well, and I can read my mail again.
