Comment Someone will get em' (Score 2) 292
It's late. You are in the comfort of your home reading a book or watching TV e.t.c. You feel good, you are confident. Outside the comfort of your home, ah! ahem! things are a wee bit different. Dark clouds have gathered. The wind is howling like a crazed mongrel's ghost.
Bam! The crack of lightning and the following thunderclap is sudden and fierce. A chill goes through your spine. Oh! Shit, You forgot to check you mail from your "anonymous" Yahoo web account. Damn. The last time you checked your Email was last night. In the past 24 hours enough spam would have passed through those filters you spent tedious hours creating.
Those rules. Yeah The rules that you created were cool and you felt the power of God. You felt good. Until you found that some spam still crept though. Then more and then more.
But now it's worse.
24 hours have passed. Your web account has a Email limit of 6 MB. And your know that when your Email store is full - your Yahoo admin dude will just delete incoming emails. Just deletes them without a by-your-leave. And then - yes you know it, The one Email that you wanted is going to come in and get butchered, get shredded and you won't even read it, won't even see it, won't even know. Oh! The heart aches and the brain wants to sleep. Oh! The pain
Shit. With trepidation you take baby steps to your computer. Your computer - that cool computer you bought 18 months ago. You were on the top of your game baby then. Whoa! A 933 Mhz/512 MB/40 GB HDD monster - a bad ass machine with 32 MB NVidia GeForce GTS and a kick ass Turtle Beach Sound Card. DVD and CD-RW and all. For a then justifiable 2 Large.
Now 18 months hence with the latest update on Windows and Outlook, your bad ass monster might as well be a ugly P100 of the last ice age. You Email starts to pour in from the Yahoo account to Outlook. From Yahoo to Outlook. A minute goes by, another goes by. The bile rises within you...
SHIT
You see the last message downloaded. It is from the Yahoo admin. You don't even have to read it. The subject header says it all. Life sucks. Your computer sucks. You suck. The admin has warned you that all further messages will be deleted unless you free some of your precious mailbox space.
Sweat beads form on your forehead. You healthy handsome complexion turn pink. PINK! Yeah pink. They say a man comes of age in adversity. When the tough get going, the going gets tough - or some such shit.
You have a mission in life. Bring these miserable spammers to the public view.
You shall not sleep. You shall get em. With your resolve steady and your mind whatever - you know. You make the switch.
You get linux in - you get it in, takes 30 minutes. Hurrah! You connect to the web. Mutt shall save you. You surf.
Slashdot shows up a site.
A MAP OF SPAM.
You knew what need to be done. Oh! Yes you did. Right about the time when those sweaty beads somehow got on your forehead and you became a pink chimp. Now you know how to do it. You are going to get all those miserable spam bast@#ds.
The cat meows. Oh sorry. No cats. The dog barks - more like woofs. Yawn. It 1:30. Need sleep. Got a gawd awful meeting with that sales VP guy. Same old proposal.
Some techie I am. Dirty old man, dirty old sales VP keeps getting personal with all and any chick, and hey even with the cute DBA gal. She sometimes looks at you - boss man. No wonder the company is going down the drain. Clients run away from this sales guy. Revenue is down. Your best buddies are thinking of leaving. DBA gal sometimes looks at you. Only sometimes. Life sucks.
Need sleep. Got a gawd awful meeting with that sales VP guy.
I will let some one else deal with that spam thing. Yeah. Someone else.
Need sleep now. Meeting with bad sales guy. Someone will get those spam guys. Me sleep. Bad VP guy tomorrow.
Bam! The crack of lightning and the following thunderclap is sudden and fierce. A chill goes through your spine. Oh! Shit, You forgot to check you mail from your "anonymous" Yahoo web account. Damn. The last time you checked your Email was last night. In the past 24 hours enough spam would have passed through those filters you spent tedious hours creating.
Those rules. Yeah The rules that you created were cool and you felt the power of God. You felt good. Until you found that some spam still crept though. Then more and then more.
But now it's worse.
24 hours have passed. Your web account has a Email limit of 6 MB. And your know that when your Email store is full - your Yahoo admin dude will just delete incoming emails. Just deletes them without a by-your-leave. And then - yes you know it, The one Email that you wanted is going to come in and get butchered, get shredded and you won't even read it, won't even see it, won't even know. Oh! The heart aches and the brain wants to sleep. Oh! The pain
Shit. With trepidation you take baby steps to your computer. Your computer - that cool computer you bought 18 months ago. You were on the top of your game baby then. Whoa! A 933 Mhz/512 MB/40 GB HDD monster - a bad ass machine with 32 MB NVidia GeForce GTS and a kick ass Turtle Beach Sound Card. DVD and CD-RW and all. For a then justifiable 2 Large.
Now 18 months hence with the latest update on Windows and Outlook, your bad ass monster might as well be a ugly P100 of the last ice age. You Email starts to pour in from the Yahoo account to Outlook. From Yahoo to Outlook. A minute goes by, another goes by. The bile rises within you...
SHIT
You see the last message downloaded. It is from the Yahoo admin. You don't even have to read it. The subject header says it all. Life sucks. Your computer sucks. You suck. The admin has warned you that all further messages will be deleted unless you free some of your precious mailbox space.
Sweat beads form on your forehead. You healthy handsome complexion turn pink. PINK! Yeah pink. They say a man comes of age in adversity. When the tough get going, the going gets tough - or some such shit.
You have a mission in life. Bring these miserable spammers to the public view.
You shall not sleep. You shall get em. With your resolve steady and your mind whatever - you know. You make the switch.
You get linux in - you get it in, takes 30 minutes. Hurrah! You connect to the web. Mutt shall save you. You surf.
Slashdot shows up a site.
A MAP OF SPAM.
You knew what need to be done. Oh! Yes you did. Right about the time when those sweaty beads somehow got on your forehead and you became a pink chimp. Now you know how to do it. You are going to get all those miserable spam bast@#ds.
The cat meows. Oh sorry. No cats. The dog barks - more like woofs. Yawn. It 1:30. Need sleep. Got a gawd awful meeting with that sales VP guy. Same old proposal.
Some techie I am. Dirty old man, dirty old sales VP keeps getting personal with all and any chick, and hey even with the cute DBA gal. She sometimes looks at you - boss man. No wonder the company is going down the drain. Clients run away from this sales guy. Revenue is down. Your best buddies are thinking of leaving. DBA gal sometimes looks at you. Only sometimes. Life sucks.
Need sleep. Got a gawd awful meeting with that sales VP guy.
I will let some one else deal with that spam thing. Yeah. Someone else.
Need sleep now. Meeting with bad sales guy. Someone will get those spam guys. Me sleep. Bad VP guy tomorrow.
