Last night I got lost reading and reading the complaints at Fucked Company. It’s a website that’s been around forever — the point is that disgruntled employees (and former employees, and 13-year olds, and trolls who may never have heard of these companies) can write in anonymously and bitch about their bosses. A complaint is referred to as a fuck (i.e., "this is not a fuck, just a comment…") and the subject lines on the complaints always include some clever play on the fucked company’s name. Like, if you were going to complain about Sears, you’d title it "Sneers" or something like that. A lot of the companies listed are internet-oriented, but not all.
Ladies? Interested in purchasing some fresh men’s underwear? Oh, but this is best underwear available, with the photos to prove it… you should at least look at it before you decide. The high-tech features are just… fascinating.
- Natural Pouch… Keeps you "centered" and eliminates chafing
- Higher Leg Opening… move without chafing or disturbing your "package"
- Secure Leg Opening… gently hugs your leg… no gapping… keeps you secure
- Provides a natural feeling… holds you in place
- Keeps you "centered"… no more choosing sides
I love this town a lot, but when my fellow citizens participate in brutal acts of violence, I’m completely ashamed to live here. Is it just the heat driving people crazy? I wouldn’t really know, as I haven’t stepped outside our building since they installed central air and heat last fall.
The poor guy that’s acting as contact person for Sigmatropic still hasn’t gotten my package yet, though John mailed it for me a full week ago. He’s worked himself up to a real good lather, though I’m sure the package is just stuck in customs. I’m making another package to mail tomorrow, in case the first one really is lost.
Today was the first day in like five years that I woke up, logged into my e-mail and found no spam. Only real mail. It feels wrong somehow; I know if I’ve cut off the spammers, that means I’ve also probably cut off a certain percentage of actual humans who would still use the old address. Hopefully they’ll come find my website and get my current working e-mail address here if they need it. Who knows, I might start getting spammed at this address and have to change it again in the future, but I reckon people will be smart enough to know I can always be found at my website.
Wow, I did it. The Yahoo account is gonesily-wonesily. And I can’t resurrect it, and nobody else can have it either. They do that to prevent e-mail fraud or whatever.
I’m just stunned at what I’ve done. No more depending on Yahoo in any way, never ever again, forever and ever infinity. Whoo-hoo!!! I feel so much… lighter. I sent myself test messages to Yahoo and Mindspring both, and both came back as undeliverable, nobody here by that name. It’s just a miracle of modern science.
Spamfighting again. Every day! There is no day that I’m not fighting spam.
Today I called Earthlink, my ISP for the DSL I get at home. I asked them to change my username. What I wanted to do was get rid of mail altogether on that account, but they wouldn’t let me; every account has to have at least one mailbox. The one I’ve had for the last several years is being spammed now, so I asked them to delete that mailbox and to give my account a new username/password. Which I’m not going to tell you, because I never used that address for mail to begin with; only the spammers did. So now, all spam sent to that old Mindspring address will bounce back as undeliverable. Ksshhhhh… <– that’s me imitating a cymbal crash
Nice lazy weekend. Alyce came over this evening while John was out hangin’ with pals. So I met Alyce! I had invited her over ‘cuz I’d spotted her music wish-list on her blog and found something I had, that she wanted. It was some old Dif Juz stuff; she’s a 4AD fag like me. :-) So we sat there while the CD was copying, and I blabbed a lot, and she listened. (Why don’t I let people get a word in edgewise?!) I played her the Sigmatropic snippets I’d done too. It never occurred to me to play the actual released GREEK version — just the fictional MY version!! LOL. It’s all about me, see… ;-)
Just deleted all three of my Yahoo! Groups mailing lists. Poof! Gone. Not even a goodbye message, because I DO NOT want to send anything out through Yahoo again. They’re already spamming anybody who didn’t opt out of their marketing a few months back… and in my opinion, asking people to opt out of a list they didn’t subscribe to is wrong, wrong, wrong!! No.
I happened to be watching CNN last night when they announced that the team of workers trying to rescue the miners in PA, were about to finally break through to them. Left the TV on for a few hours until it was apparent that all nine were indeed going to be saved. What a miracle. I don’t know about you, but for the past three days I’ve been assuming those guys were dead. The guys who made it out of the mine before it flooded made it sound so grim… I really thought all the rest had drowned. Helluva story eh?
John’s back home, all is better. :-) I shouldn’t have worried so much. Not that I should have gone to the show, just that I shouldn’t have worried so much. Heheh.
So! Every day and in every way, I’m doing to a little something to fight the spammers. Did you know that every domain name has to have a real actual working e-mail address attached to it, so people can write to the domain owners if necessary? Of course this is a necessary thing for the workings of the internet; we wouldn’t want people out there running websites with no way to get ahold of them. Like, say, if one of Pat Buchanan’s minions were to run across a website about how to have sex with a dolphin, he or she might feel the need to write to that guy to express their dismay, no?
John came home for a quick dinner after soundcheck. He knew exactly how I was feeling about not wanting to go to this show. He’d actually already talked about this with a few friends, who had been witness to, and/or had been directly involved in the various stupid little dramas and side-dramas that caused me to feel such profound dislike for a certain person or persons. And John understands, and it’s perfectly okay with everyone if I don’t go. Better, even, because it’s just one rock show among many others, and rock shows are supposed to be fun, not stressful.
John’s playing a show tonight at the Hideout. I should go, but there will be one or more people there that I really don’t like and don’t want to see. I would so much rather avoid the situation and just not go to this show, but the right thing to do would be to face up to it, support John’s music, and not worry about stupid things like this. But… my mind is affecting my stomach. I feel sick with dread right now. Don’t wanna go, just don’t. Accepting things like this is what grown-ups have to do, and I don’t like it. :-(
Barely anything happened today. It was nice. Did laundry, listened to some tunes. :-)