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THE CURSE OF THE PIXEL TRAIL

I forget I changed my e-mail address for reasons of anonymity, therefore I reasoned my lack of correspondence was due to bad writing and malodorous feet. I DID read two weeks of e-mail today. Worst 4 minutes of the new year.

I received a reply to an e-mail I sent Neil Cavuto. Only two problems: 1) Neil's reply was blank save for the cryptic header "Type 2.63" and a phantom attachment, and 2) my outbox is empty, although I know I sent the e-mail Friday night. Very problematic, as I must confess I was a bit toasty Friday night (Friday being my Sabbath), and I don't recall precisely what I said. I do remember inviting Neil to go deep-sea fishing. Unfortunately I may have also proffered to Indian leg-wrestle him over shots of Wild Turkey 101. I'm not sure. Nor am I sure of the nationality/age of the strippers I'm sure I must have promised.

Fuck it. If he hangs with me long enough he'll understand these are not personality disorders, they are endearing quirks.

So tell a technophobe: is "Type 2.63" geekspeak for "You are banned from this mail site forever, and Tom Ridge has your cell phone number?"

Hey. I was only trying to keep him in touch with his het side.