• Sadly, someone out there probably just bought this email.

    Equally sadly, whoever created it is probably hoping some stupid sysadmin will get a hold of it and actually believe it. Surprisingly, there are sysadmins out there who’re that stupid–I did tech support for a few of them.

    From: spam@email.address.removed
    Date: Sat 02/01/2010 10:01 AM
    To: my@email.address.removed
    Subject: WEBMAIL UPGRADE


    Dear Webmail User,
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    Please provide your account details below so we can rectify this problem as soon as possible:
    USER NAME:
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    NOTE: Your data and information will not be tampered or interfered with, We’ll just record your data back into our database and send you a new confirmation alphanumerical password that will only be valid during this period and can be changed after this process.
    Please respond to this notice to enable us provide you better online services.

    Dear spamvertising asshole. I don’t use webmail except in emergencies. And my provider, when it works, actually has a clue. And can form proper english sentences. Please do you and me a favour and die in a grease fire. No love, a very unimpressed geek.

    PS: You fail epically at life. Computer user’s license revoked.

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  • Decade? What decade?

    I heard a nasty little rumor last night while I was busy not caring that today marks the start of a new decade. Half an hour later, they were saying the decade starts next year at this time. Now, though, they’re all kinds of confused and not sure when it’s supposed to start. And me, personally? I’m wondering what the hell it matters. It’s just another year at the end of the day. Or should I say at the end of the party. You’re still going to wake up after the new years day hangover and return to your usual routine with the usual results. The only real difference is exactly how long the hangover really lasts. So I have to ask, does it really make a hell of a difference whether this or next January 1st is the beginning of a new decade? No, I didn’t think so. So, whether or not your decade starts today, may your hangover not last until tomorrow. And if you’re going to insist the decade starts today, do it over there. And you folks who say it starts next year, other side of the room please. There’s far more important things to start a civil war over. Like the price of coffee. Or why in the hell Surviver is still allowed to air. Let’s leave the calendar out of it, hmm?

  • Give me back my XBox! I’m calling the police!

    How many times have you heard this scenario? Kid does something stupid/irresponsible/that the parents simply have told him not to do, parents get pissed off, and decide to revoke some privelege or another. Kid threatens to call the police. In my family growing up, there was always a snarky response that went along with it. In a family in Illinois, it had a completely different response. The kid ended up not meeting a whole lot of actual resistance, and went about the business of promptly calling 911 after his parents removed his XBox priveleges–quite probably due to the fact he was playing that as opposed to cleaning his room.

    I’d love to have been the dispatcher for that call. Especially when he called specificly to ask if that was within his parents’ rights. And then, promptly hung up. So, the dispatcher sent the police to his address, where he was promptly owned. Not only was he informed the parents were well within their rights, but he was also advised that it might perhaps possibly be wiser to maybe consider listening to them. My money’s on the kid behaving just a little bit better now. If only temporarily. Or at least, now the parents will have some more creative threats for the kid if he doesn’t.

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  • Popular posts (December, 2009).

    The month hasn’t been as active on here as they probably should be. I’ve been skipping back and forth across the border, plus with Christmas and all the preparation for that folks in general just haven’t been browsing as much. Still, those that did browse were quite interested in what I had to say this month.

    • We’ve been having issues with our web host, DreamHost, a fair bit this year. I ranted about that, and actually got a possible decent recommendation out of it. Might be useful in the event I don’t feel like self-hosting everything I use.
    • Folks in Rochester don’t do Thanksgiving quite like I’m used to. comparing the two was interesting in a few ways, and not something I thought to do before.
    • Sometimes, relaxation comes in all sorts of odd forms. And sometimes, disability services–yes, even in Canada–try to screw folks over when they least need it done. Like, for example, all the time. I wrote about both.
    • All kinds of things get said about us as Canadians. We’re overly polite. we’re fans of our beer and poutine. Hockey is to Canadians like Christianity is to the right wing of the political spectrum. And sometimes, we stumble across proof. It’s then that I get amused.
    • Jessica’s birthday went off without a hitch. There was plenty planned for it, much done, and a post written particularly for that occasion.

    It’s been an interesting month, for sure. And an interesting couple months since I started getting back into blogging. Hopefually that says a whole lot about 2010, and maybe I might actually find a point for this thing beyond random personal and sometimes trivial facts about stuff that doesn’t matter to anyone else but me. But until then, random personal trivialities it is. Stick around this month if you like. It might be fun.

  • New years day, done our way.

    And in this case, our way involves all manner of creative thinggies that started last night. We took off from here at about 5 or so, and I proceeded to complete my own personal challenge to stay up since the morning before until past the official welcoming of the new year last night. My parents were having a sort of new years eve dinner, so we went over for that. It went a lot better than I actually expected it to, though largely because things have gotten a lot less dramatic in recent years. Mom made her usual spagheti and garlic bread, we hung out and talked, and then killed the rest of the night watching movies. At some point I’ll stop being an unmotivated slob and start posting movie reviews, but it’s probably not going to be today.

    Today was spent mostly sleeping and recovering from the last two days. Then, the parents wanted to get together for a new years day dinner. Usually, it involves some kind of meat and potatoes at their place, but this year they felt like going out. Neither Jess nor myself were in much of a Chinese food mood, but that’s what the majority wanted so that’s what we got. It wasn’t all in all too terrible, just not something we were immediately looking forward to. Still, we enjoyed ourselves, not to mention filled ourselves to near busting. Now, the trick is to attempt to find something resembling a decent movie on TV, and try not to do the food coma thing. And to keep up with certain blogging traditions I’m trying to start up over here–those are next. The last few days were tiring, but definitely fun. I’d do them again if I could. Maybe this time next year, perhaps. And, possibly, with a few more people.

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  • Oilers 3, Maple Leafs 1.

    What? Explain? They go up against a team like the Penguins, and win. They go up against a team like the Bruins, and eventually win. But they go up against Edmonton and they don’t show up? I’m not very good at wrapping my head around that particular prospect. I’m even less good at processing just how it is even the Leafs can manage this level of inconsistency without looking like minor leaguers. Were this a divisional game, I’d be crying right now. Though, admittedly, that’s only because we right now suck against our own division. And every other division, but oh well. In a way, it’s a good thing we haven’t seen the cup since before my mother was born. Less likely to wind up wanting to strangle us a general manager. At least until next year. Meantime, let’s see more games like the Penguins one, shall we?

  • Maple Leafs 4, Penguins 3.

    Surprise of surprises, the team still knows how to play an almost decent game. I about got ready to crap myself when I looked at the final score. And they did it while not actually being put in a come from behind situation–a situation that, sadly, we rather majorly suck at. I’m impressed. Well, at least, I should be. Except it still strikes me as quite the false sense of security. I get you win some, you lose some. This team likes to lose most. Fortunately they forgot to lose this one.

  • Warm it up, Chris.

    During last night’s bit of pre-festivities festivities, we got to talking about music we ended up growing up with–conveniently, while listening to a small subset of the music we grew up with. Somehow we ended up on the topic of the old rap band “Chris Cross”. And I’ve had one of their, well, less annoying songs in my head since. So early this morning I stumbled across a video of it. And, after watching it a second time–this time without the issues of a less than stable connection, I’ve decided it’s no less annoying 13 years later than it was back then. Except I still grew up with it. And, since I did end up actually liking this song at some point during my somewhat questionable childhood, have a video. Can’t vouch for quality of video, but I’m only slapping it up here for the song. Enjoy, and thank God backwards jeans didn’t actually catch on.

  • The pre-new years eve sellebration, plus a nifty challenge.

    We have wicked awesome timing. You might even say we know all too well how to have fun. We had a little of that fun last night. I’d had a little alcoholic goodness left over from a previous spin of relaxation a while ago, so we cracked it open. A little music, a little dancing, and a little drinking killed the majority of the night. There wasn’t anything else going on around these parts, so we just kicked it here. We were craving wings, Mcdonalds and a few other things, but of course, lovely little Petawawa being what it is, that lead to about… oh… not a damn thing. Still, we had all manner of crazy fun. By the time the sun came back up this morning, one of us was contemplating sleep. And the other was contemplating a personal challenge.

    That challenge, mostly of a random nature, was to see if going past the official count of New years without sleep could actually be accomplished. And the one taking that challenge was yours truely. Strange, perhaps. Borderline insane, well, maybe. Crazy? Well, you be the judge. I have no idea if it’ll actually happen, or if I’ll end up passing out by 1:00 PM. If you see Jess pop up on Twitter about waking me up, you’ll know it didn’t work. As for right now? I’m going to find me some caffeine or something.

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  • 2009, in review.

    It’s been a relatively quiet year, all things considering, with the majority of the excitement coming in the last few months. In fact, so little has happened that I do believe I’ll pull out one of my rare list format entries. So, without further delay, my year, in a nutshell.

    • Nothing professionally to speak of, save for a few interviews that didn’t actually lead anywhere
    • Spent plenty of time on both sides of the border with Jessica, getting even closer to her than we were already
    • Got to watch my cousin Stephen get married, the third in this bracket of our family to do so
    • Had to return to disability against my will after unemployment insurance ran out, what with the nonexistent professional life at the moment as mentioned above
    • Moved back to the Petawawa/Pembroke area as a result of having lost said unemployment insurance
    • And, in and around all of this, became an uncle to a potential future quarterback

    All in all, a few bumps and scrapes but an otherwise fairly average, bordering on dull, year. I’d like to say I hope 2010 turns out the same way, but really, I like a little more excitement than that. And I wouldn’t say no to a job. But, that was 2009. One of these days I’ll actually come up with a resolution for the next year. But it won’t be today.

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