Your accounts have been recreated so that e-mail can stop bouncing and be delivered. I won't be able to restore your old mail until tomorrow because it'll mean taking Akara offline for a while to keep from hosing the mailstore. You won't be able to log in until I re-set your passwords - contact me via encrypted mail at my personal address or hit me on one of the instant messenger networks and I'll get you hooked up.
Thanks to Lyssa and a quick run to Micro Center on Monday night, I had enough parts to put together a new mail server who seems to want to be named Akara. I'm not sure if Akara is male or female, but Akara is busily processing the backload of SMTP attempts that have piled up since Monday. I'm going to let her burn in overnight and then tomorrow I'll connect the drive that contains the original mailstore and start reconstructing accounts.
The magick smoke got out of Lucien this afternoon. I'm going to start constructing a new mail server tonight once I find a new chassis and ATX power supply (500 watts or more).
I'm going to try to recover everything that I possibly can; if you've got secondary e-mail, use it until further notice.
About two Fridays ago, Lyssa and I hopped the Metro to go toward downtown DC to a little indie movie theatre on E Street, the one theatre in the area that is showing the movie Daywatch (or Дневно́й дозо́р, if you speak Russian). The movie picks up some time after the events of Nightwatch - Anton is training Svetlana, the woman at the end of the first movie as a member of the Night Watch, when all hell breaks loose (as one would expect of such a movie).
Under this cut, here there be spoilers... if you haven't seen …
After the main rite on Saturday, everyone sort of split up and went off to do their own things for a while. Lyssa and I went down to the kitchen to grab dinner, which was a potluck assembled out of dishes supplied by everyone at Thresholds this year. Corvaxgirl was kind enough to take command of the kitchen while the rest of us up top were doing witchy-type stuff to make it all happen. A few weeks ago, Hasufin and Lyssa canned a couple of quarts of chicken soup, so our contribution was a box of one quart jars of …
Somewhere in Czechoslovakia (or whatever it's really called these days - I was never any good with geopolitical boundries in that region of the world, which I suppose marks me as a product of the United States public education system), the owners of a local attraction of some beauty have a webcam set up. You can go to their website and look out over the woods, the hot springs, and what have you.
What a week. As the Finn once said, "There's no rest for the wicked," and that seems to be the absolute truth anymore. Between driving, running around, paperwork, getting things together, and a whole right host of other things, I've barely had any time to sit down and write a proper entry. Last night was something of an anomaly because I'd managed to free up some time and do something with it.
So let's see if I can do it again.
Lyssa and I got up at some point on Saturday morning, cold, shivering, damp in ways that H.P …
I still have to write about the rest of Thresholds, going to see Daywatch, and on Sunday night going to The True Colors Tour to see the Dresden Dolls and Cyndi Lauper perform. There's a lot going on right now; story of my lives for the past month or so, in fact.
But I still want to write about something, so I'm going to get out my war jacket and write about the Tor Hidden Wiki vanishing. The Tor Hidden Wiki was a site hidden somewhere on the Tor darknet. Nobody knows who ran it or where it was located …