Had an unusual experience over the last week. I 'chat' via email to several people. Some daily, others every few, others occasionally. Last Saturday I sent off a couple of messages and... nothing. After a few days I was able to ask a couple of said 'chatters' here via PM..'hey what's doin'?? Huh they say... where ya been?' Or words to that effect.
Now after another few days and 'several' gradually more irate calls to my ISP it seems that somehow my computer IP address had been rendered as 'BAD' IP by a rating group called senderbase.org. Funnily enough I'd never heard of them and wasn't all that sure what my IP address was in the first place... But anyway I was blocked. Totally unable to email anyone outside Australia... Cut off from the world... rendered speechless... well sort of. I was a wee bit put out.
Surprisingly after said 'mildly' irate phone calls and a couple of ever so polite emails to said gatekeeper mob... Next day my IP is different, dynamic like, all of a sudden, as it should be apparently and my rating is GOOD not POOR.
Funny how a bit of hassling can get you somewhere.
Even though I have no idea where I was or how I got there and how I got back
Nobody knows nuffin'
Aint computers wonderful. In a perverse, somewhat idiosyncratic, blandly inhuman sort of way. Just as well I'm mad or I'd go crazy
Kristina
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Being Mad Helps.
Dear Kristina,
Welcome back. Did this breakdown in communication also mean that you did not receive all those abusive emails I sent? I knew at the time that I should have kept copies!
I think you were quite lucky. I friend of mine had his passport annulled the other day. Without either warning or cause. There resulted several unproductive and increasingly frantic phone calls which usually resulted in abusive argument, my friend being of a fiery disposition, with stonewalling bureaucrats.
It was all fairly urgent as my chum needed to transfer money abroad. The Bank at the 11th hour agreed to do so without the obligatory passport, and it was only a few days later that the authorities admitted they had made a mistake and sent him a new one. But nary an apology. Nor reason.
Perhaps it was just his turn to be buggered about. And for that one does'nt need a computer, although admittedly it helps.
Hugs,
Fleurie