That's Ancheta...

...Ancheta with an "n". An N. A goddamn N!

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Subject: QUBS photos
Date: August 22, 2005 7:32:24 AM EDT
To: jancheta@sprint.ca
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...Sorry for not getting these to you sooner, the 'n' in your e-mail address looked like a 'u' to me...

I've given out my email address many times to many people and they've had no problem reading my writing. It's like whenever I'm at a big gathering of people and the one person I talk to never, ever seems to ever hear a fucking word I say. It's enough that people seem to have selective hearing; now, do people have selective reading or what?

Oh well. She didn't call me "Jason", or "Jeff" or some other obtuse permutation of a male name starting with "J". And she didn't say my last name as "An-CHEE-ta". I guess I should be thankful for small mercies.

And for the sake of keeping this post civil, I won't start on how Kodak Gallery was used instead of Flickr. Not that I'd have to worry about getting flack from anyone on the QUBS field course who'd be reading this, since they've all most likely misread the "N" in "Cte-N-uchid" as a "u". I just never win, do I?