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| [Feds target alternative media Web site | CNET News.com]1 |
US fedral authorities confiscating British servers owned by a US media organisation for an investigation originating outside both these countries. Without any justification or notice given to the server owners.
It’s not really Friday. The gap in posting you see shouldn’t be there, because as far as I’m concerned, it still feels as though it were Thursday. That has to be one of the most compelling reasons not to stay up all night: simply because you don’t adequately recognise the passing of a day, and everything is thrown out completely!
But that, of course, wasn’t motivation enough. I’m now sitting here, having not experienced “sleep” for a tad over 36 hours. Nah, there’s no big important reason for it. Myself and Ben were at Tori’s house last night, and far too much of this time period was spent catching up on un-watched television hours (although, I am glad to say, this was comprised almost entirely of DVD watching, as opposed to real television), but hey, it’s all good. I can still safely say I haven’t watched TV proper in my own house since some time prior to the beginning of this year, so I’m happy.
Eventually the screen bored us stupid, so at about 5:30am we went on an adventure down to a children’s playground, before attacking a cluster of Sulfur Crested Cockatoos, much to their displeasure (although the noise was great!), evidenced in the numerous low-flying escapades which consequently took place above us. Scattering birds look so cool.
Ben had to go to some CSIRO programme at the University of Sydney, which started at 10am. We were all feeling moderately awake, but it was predicted this situation wouldn’t continue for much longer — and, judging by what he’d said previously, Ben was expecting to be doing something tedious and boring like data entry today anyway — making him a prime candidate for falling asleep at the task!
I was supposedly meant to collect my film from a processing centre in the City at 2pm, so I was hanging around a while longer. Tori has the warmest veranda/deck/balcony thing on the face of the planet. I’m now sunburnt, but it was so nice! There were also leaves which looked like people, including one which resembled a knight bearing a lance upon a horse. I maintain that this was not yet another product of our sleep-deprived imaginations! Call it an adaption of that thing where people try and see shapes in clouds — the day was too perfect, there weren’t any clouds to look at!
I eventually left, post-sunburn, and caught a train back down to Town Hall Station, hoping that the developing people were running ahead of time and I could get my 4×6′s, go home, and sleep. I failed on several counts. I “fell asleep” on the train (if the anxious “I don’t normally catch this train, where am I going? can I afford to go to sleep and miss my stop!?” sleep can count), and miraculously managed to wake up JUST as the train was pulling into Town Hall, so that much was good. The print shop still hadn’t done my film, so I drifted (quite literally) off to the City of Sydney library branch at Town Hall. I found this really cool book, which I had to fight to keep myself from falling asleep upon! In the end, I put it back on the shelf, and decided that it was probably best if I keep moving; something reading books isn’t conducive to.
Killed time walking around the city. Went to film shop. Got prints back. Went home!
And then, of course, I was overcome by a “need” to scan the photos, so hey, there goes another while. Meanwhile, in however long I’d been out, the email had amassed to the point where it was unpleasant to have to deal with (although not inherently unpleasant, the sheer volume and time required made it so), and the RSS feeds had progressively grown in “Unread” size. I want to live in a cave.
That said, there were some nice photos out of that batch. I’m feeling quite pleased with myself, truth be told, given that it’s a film SLR camera, and my first roll on it, at that. At any rate, you can judge for yourselves in a few days, as many of them shall likely end up published here, depending on requirements for usage elsewhere.
I think I’m going to go and catch up on some sleep…
I’ve received another bout of email intended for someone else’s eyes today, which is remarkably irritating. More so, as it is evident that these emails come as a result of that person thinking they still have the address which they have abandoned, and I have acquired. That’s what happens when you have in ISP-based address, I guess, but I got it before purchasing this domain, and it’s being retained for the next while, at least until the quantities of spam pouring into it get too ridiculous.
The signal-noise ratio for my email is getting much better than it used to be — In the last twenty-four hours, I had an 18:158 spam-to-real email ratio, which is pretty damn good (about 11.5% is spam). A few months back, I’d be getting well above 40 spam messages a day. The best thing I’ve ever done for reducing spam is disabling the automatic display of external images in email messages. It takes about four clicks to view images, if that is something I wish to do (at the minute, Macromedia is pretty much the only place I get email from that sends external linked messages, aside from Sato, who try to use FRAMES in their messages, instead. I continue to roll my eyes in disgust.), and besides, images that are attachments still display fine.
What’s the purpose of this? Well, if an image URI string has an identifier in it, then spam campaigns can track which messages are being received and/or opened — and send MORE spam to that address. If I’m not loading the images, then their server isn’t getting a request from me, and they don’t know that the message was received, and, in theory at least, give up.
The numbers would suggest that this is working. Except it doesn’t do much to cull the stupidity of some people. Like my car-loving friend with whom I have never spoken, Mr. Josh Marks of 5 Crespin Place Roxburgh Park, Victoria. The poor man has been trying to purchase a car for some time now, and keeps giving the wrong email address on the form. They contact the email address with details about the brochures he has ordered, but the owner of the address, yours truly, couldn’t care less.
There is a phone number on the form he submitted (the details of the form are inline at the bottom of the reply, which is how I know all this… no friends in the ASIO, sorry to disappoint), which, so it turns out, is as incorrect as the email address. It’s a wonder he didn’t get the mailing address wrong.
I called the number that was listed on the form, (03) 9308 —0, given as his “Business” number, and it was answered by a girl who sounded as though she were about 7 years old, who (quite politely) informed me that I probably had the wrong number. Arrggghh!!!! I called interstate and didn’t even get to rant at the right guy!! How much does that suck?
Anyway. A quick lookup on Australia’s phone directory, White Pages residential listing revealed his home number to be (03) 9308 7989 — the last character of which is immediately next to the “zero”. I’m still wondering how he managed to get the email address wrong, though.
Not only that, the same incorrect phone number was also given on two completely separate forms! I have, sitting in my inbox, emails from Suburu, Holden Australia, Honda and Mercedes Benz (DaimlerChrysler being the originating domain) and possibly others. On all of these forms, the same mistakes are reproduced, without fault! It’s a miracle this person goes home to the right house (5 Crespin Pl, Roxburgh Park)… this is unconfirmed, of course.
What makes it even more ridiculous, is the fact that this guy is apparently still at school. You think I’m breaking all the rules in posting this guys phone number, full name, and home address on my website? I’ll go one step further, and publish email messages not intended for me. I have no qualms with doing this, as the emails were evidently intended for myself — they are repeatedly sent, containing the same content, and bear no message requesting that the emails be kept confidential or returned to sender if they reach the wrong recipient. I’m more than covered — I have tried, on several occasions now, to send email to the addresses from which this email has come, and it has bounced from their servers. No alternate contact method was given, and I have taken all reasonable steps to try and resolve the situation (including making interstate phone calls at cost to myself — albeit to the wrong number, but I’ll be giving the home number a buzz sometime soon). Muwahahahaha.
Hi, My Name Is Josh and at school i am doing a project on
two of holden’s vehicles, The New Commodore SV6, and the VZ Monaro, could
you please send me some information on these cars
Oooh, it’s the fully sick Monaro, bro. You’re doing a project, so you send messages to every car manufacturer on the face of the planet with the wrong return details. Did you fail the project?
I was reading Michael Heilemann’s blog, Binary Bonsai today, and stumbled across a comment linking to the website of a spell checker for Firefox, entitled “Spellbound”. I would normally link and pingback the post without a second thought, but I fear he’d object to my irrelevant pingback, especially given the nature of the post in which the comment lies!
*carefully unticks “PingBack” check box*
That’s better. The comment in question recommends SpellBound for anyone commenting on other, or operating their own, blogs. It’s a nifty little plug-in for Firefox, which checks the contents of the active textarea or field of a form when the user presses Ctrl + Shift + F7 (Cmd + Shift + F7 for Mac people), or right-clicks the area in question and selects “Check Spelling”.
I don’t need to tell you this — their webpage does it, just fine. Usage instructions are on their front page, so go download it and stop making spelling mistakes when posting content!
Now, if only someone would develop a plugin that validated the code in comments as WELL as spellchecking… my life would be perfect!
(Well, not really… significantly improved, though.)
I’ve been playing with this VoIP software, namely Skype, for the better part of the afternoon. This is difficult, as I don’t have anyone to talk to. If you feel like installing it and getting it to work, my username is joshuastreet — no guarantees I’ll be online, though.
If you’ve already got Skype installed, you can skype me.