Even pigeons, who wait for trains in the tunnels like everybody else.
I finally got annoyed enough tonight to actually go buy a cert. I installed it. Postfix happily accepted it for SMTP-TLS. But Courier...when I ran my email client, it kept bitching about self-signed certs.
After literally 45 minutes of poking around, I discovered that I had (lo those years ago) installed a Courier-IMAP package from source. Yep, remembered that.
Then I'd been editing the conf files for the damn distro version of Courier full, in /etc/courier. Um.
I looked at the source init scripts and decided it wasn't worth my time to re-fucknicate all the conf files, so I eventually just found out where the installed init scripts were expecting to find the cert files and linked those to my new cert.
Hey...I wonder if that's why Entourage can't see new mail...the damn TRAVERSE_FULL setting is..HEY!
Last night, I was doing laundry, so I went back downstairs around midnight to transfer my clothes from the washer to the dryer. I was dumping the load of shirts into the dryer when I felt something hard. Yep, I had just put my fountain pen through the laundry.
Amazingly, the cap had held - there was no ink on my clothes (or if there was, it had diluted enough to be invisible, none of the clothes are white). When I opened the cap (over a sink - I was just smart enough to do that) a gush of inked water turned my entire left hand blue.
The Rotring Freeway is a steel-nib pen. After replacing the (now water-filled) cartridge and rinsing the pen, it seems to work perfectly. Plus it's really nicely clean.
Sadly, neither is. Ah well, you can't go home again.