It's mine, dammit!

I was one of the original gmail beta testers; as a result I have a gmail address based purely upon my name, with no superfluous numerical suffix or other malarkey. I have for the past couple of years been fighting a losing battle against people who believe that they, having the same initial and surname, should automatically have rights to that address instead.

The dumb ones simply hand out the address to people, and wonder how they'll read the emails it receives afterwards. The smarter ones actually try to access the inbox first: finding they cannot log in, they issue a password change request - which of course is sent to me for validation...

Anyway, no more. I have set a vacation message on the account that, shall we say, makes clear my level of frustration with the account abuse. It also mentions that I'll be blogging all future traffic to the account. So, todays installment:

• Thanks to Colleen Laich for her offer to take me (Matt) for a birthday dinner on the 26th or 27th. Unfortunately, I have a clash...
• On the 27th, when I (Michaela) am due at a legal club presidents lunch and organisational meeting at the mall on campus
• Fortunately, I (Mary) can take comfort from a voucher towards the cost of joining my local Bible studies group

Frankly my schiz0phrenic gmail persona is getting a much more active social life than I am. Were I to dwell upon this disparity, my happy gruntled status would be at risk...