Radioactive Jam

How ya doing?

Me, I’m thinking about coming up with a couple blog-related New Year Resolutions. I’ll let you know as soon as I have some.

Okay seriously, I’m a total slacker and I’m sorry. As in “pathetic.”

But I’ll stop slacking and start bligging again soon I promise.

I’m trying to find a for-real poster like the picture shown below, to give to a car enthusiast co-worker. So far I’ve hit Teh Googles and despair.com but not found it available for purchase. Any ideas?

The picture linked in the previous post? Not me I swear. I can’t even take credit for finding the picture; I tripped over it in this plurk, scorched my eyeballs and decided you needed an opportunity to do the same.

If I were really clever, I’d have suggested a caption contest. Now it’s too late; I’m still laughing at Erik The Replicant’s comment (#2 on the previous post), and I’m having trouble imagining a better caption for that picture.

However.

Feel free to try, because Ya Never Know.

Life is full of risks, you know?

For example. By putting this link in a blog post, I risk losing readers.

I don’t know what to say except “I’m sorry” and I hope you’ll forgive me some day.

Here’s a snippet of pseudocode I wrote this afternoon:

if ( ( lunch == slim_jim * 4 + jack_cheese ) && PM_meeting ) /*then*/
gas_problem = true;

This code runs in a TMI context.

Disclaisure: I’m not clever enough to create things like this or even find them without professional help. A plurk feiend brought this to my attention and, well, I liked it. A lot.

The end.

Re: your comment.

OK. I got here searching for Eldritch Cleavage. Don’t ask.

Mere words cannot express how much I appreciate you taking the time to comment, and reminding me about this post (from last year).

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I’m watching “Sphere” and find myself thinking… Michael Crichton is dead.

Just another ordinary day at work: look at code, mess with PowerPoint slides, get chased around the parking lot by a sentinel robot…

You know. Same old, same old.

Disclaisure: the TALON Robot that chased me is not in fact equipped with grenade launchers.

Yet.

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Do I love my job? Yes. Yes, I do.

Are the spammers winning in your battlefields? They seem to be doing so in mine.

I have a friend - an older lady - who has one of the worst email-inbox spam problems I’ve ever seen. She’s used the same email address for close to a decade; not extraordinary by any means but she doesn’t want to change, and I don’t blame her. It’s not just a matter of convenience for her, either: she has her email address printed on business cards and letterhead, and has circulated the address among a large, established customer base. Change would be expensive, and there’s almost no way she could be sure she notified all her existing contacts.

Her internet “service” provider does no email spam filtering whatsoever. Instead they offer something called Mail-Block, which is a srsly unfeiendly and ridiculously draconian white-list “solution.” My friend gets frustrated and lost every time she tries to navigate that system to un-block incoming email. She’s daunted and dismayed by the so-called feature; I merely hate it.

I see no way to resolve her problem other than to start a new email account, preferably something with built-in aggressive and effective spam management like gmail.

Any ideas from you, my fellow warriors?