Journal Journal: Arrive onto the future
You wouldn't believe how long a dist-upgrade took the other day.
What'd I miss?
Q: The Service Connectivity Indicator (the dots and G next to the antenna icon) is stuck on 1 dot.
A: The device is having trouble connecting to the data network. Turn the device off and on to register on the T-Mobile network again. If the problem still occurs, contact Customer Care at 1-800-937-8997 or dial 611 from your Sidekick device.
Q: The Service Connectivity Indicator is stuck on 2 dots.
A: The device has connected to the data network, but is not getting a response from the Sidekick servers. Try turning the device off and then on.
Q: The Service Connectivity Indicator is stuck on 3 dots.
A: Sidekick services are not allowing users to login at the moment. Try turning the device off and then on.
Come to think of it, one wonders if this actually has something to do with the whole Sidekick security incident that's been so thoroughly plastered around the web, and two or three times, by my count, on Slashdot.
Anyway, even trying to get to the "desktop interface" (what you've been reading so much about with Paris Hilton's account lately -- the web interface where all the Sidekick's data is remotely stored) gives me a Connection refused.
Interesting... but a major bummer. I didn't throw down $800 [0] for a cell phone, I wanted to check my email and talk to people on AIM with a QWERTY keyboard. *sigh*
Here's hoping they get it fixed soon.
[0] Sidekick II == $250 - $50 mail-in rebate - the $500 deposit I had to throw down when I gave my ex-girlfriend[1] my old cell phone for her own account.
[1] I could seriously go off on a rant while this is still fresh in my mind, but I'll spare you -- I have other places to vent online.
[Christmas] is all about reconnecting with friends, family, and loved ones. Oh, and good food!
No. Christmas is about getting hammered. Thoroughly hammered.
Case in point: a friend once told me about his family's Christmas. Nobody got along. Everyone always screamed at each other. I forget what the sides were, but I imagine they were husband's side of the family versus wife's. It was becoming intolerable. Shouting, screaming, on the verge of fistfighting. Then a wonderful idea struck him.
Spike the ice cream.
Everyone was drunk, laughing, getting along, and asking for more ice cream.
It's not about the presents, the tree, or chestnuts roasting on an open fire. It's not even about friends and family, gathering together to show love and appreciation for one another.
It's absolutely about getting completely wrecked. Especially when it's bloody cold.
Stay the fuck off my site you sad pointless script kiddie an get a fucking life.
Ooooookay.
Well, shit, at least he [sorta] knows what a script kiddie is.
After a bit of thought, I replied:
His signature mentioned your site, I mistakenly sent you an abuse complaint. Beg your pardon.
By the way, site admins are generally more polite to each other.
Have a nice day.
- Johnny
I hate being called a liar when I'm telling the truth, I hate when you eat something you've just microwaved and when you get to the middle it's still all cold, and I fucking hate being called a script kiddie. I was this close to sending him something like:
Script kiddie?! Look, dude, I can already tell I've got more code in the JAPH in my
.sig than you've written in your entire life, so don't go around blah blah blah
Anyway. Sorry. Felt like venting.
Just so it's not a total loss, here's the JAPH I had in my signature.
$|=1;@_=split//,'JustAnotherPerlHacker';
do{print"\r";push@_,($_=shift@_);$_=join
'',@_;s/([JAPH])/chr(040).$1/eg;print"[".$_."]";select($x,$x,$x,0.1)}while(1);{}
It lines up in a fixed-width font. Trust me.
[0] 419 scammer got half clever and attached a Hotmail-style signature with the guy's domain, I didn't think to check it out. Foo on me. It did get to the other (appropriate) postmasters, though.
The moon is made of green cheese. -- John Heywood