Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Friday, January 16, 2004
As I was typing up a blurb for Middle Girl's school project on Mercy Otis Warren, I checked an old e-mail account I have at Birmingham-Southern. It's been a several years since I was enrolled, but the account still works. I check it every once in a while to keep tabs on what all's going on, but it's been since about the first of November when I last got my messages.
Logged in, and found that I had SEVEN HUNDRED TWENTY NINE messages! In a little over two months--of those, maybe only ten were anything related to the college; the rest were spam. Spam for FAK3 VI@GR@, SPAAM BLOCKING SOFTWAR, PEN!S PATCHES, Urgent Requests for Assistance [CONFIDENTIAL], L%%K at PARRIS H TAKE IT!, HGH No PRESCITION.
A bunch had files attached, which meant viruses, and I wonder how many dumb kids in the computer labs at the college keep the system infected by opening them. It also boggles my mind to think that on some level, all this junk mail has to be making someone some money, or else there wouldn't be so much of it.
Took me nearly ten minutes to dump it all.
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