Technical Rage

I'm sure someday there will be some designation in doctors' DSM--IV (maybe by then it will be the DSM-V) that relates to Technical Rage. There is something about the inability to make something work (that very well should be working, by the way) that makes me want to rip off my shoes, polish my toe nails, and dance around on Main St. singing something out of the soundtrack to the upcoming future-scare musical "1984: A Brave New World without all the Soma."

If you haven't noticed (or if I have already made it work the way it should) I have no images on RER right now. My service sucks. But an un-named e-mail user wants to continue receiving e-mail from said service, so I have to keep it.

So now...Code Orange and RER both look like warzone casualties.

Anybody have any fingernail polish?