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Wedding Off, Sagacious Spam

February 19, 2005

General, Humor, Language, Wisdom

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What chagrin when my browser couldn’t find the Steve and Kathie Wedding Website this evening! Checked the webhost server and the steveandkathie subdomain was simply gone. I could tell you about the live chat support dialogue and the help desk tickets, but the short of it is I added it back and it seems okay now. No explanation for the disappearance. Schitt hat pins, aye wreckin’.

Today’s spam attack included one which, incredibly, I was tempted to forward to family and friends! Instead, I’m posting it here, except for the two links for viagra and cialis. As you know, one of the techniques spammers use to get past spam filters is to add some “legit” sentences. This one had a collection almost good enough to make up for the spam; to-wit:

When ideas fail, words come in very handy. When you’re in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks. Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted. Everything in excess! To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites. Moderation is for monks. If everything seems under control, you’re just not going fast enough. I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work. A friendship founded on business is better than a business founded on friendship. Read More »

Rebus Rhymes

Not that I’d want to alarm anyone, but for some reason today I was thinking about that “I’m a Little Teapot” rhyme. Becky and I didn’t recall it the same so, thanks to the internet, I can report that it goes like this.

I’ve added a link to “Mother Goose Rebus Rhymes” over in the “Links” section for future reference. In particular, I like “Little Bunny Foo Foo”, a fellow Mouse Hunter. I wonder why they’re called “Rebus Rhymes”…

The mice are either all dead, all retreated, or all bivouaced planning a new strategy. In any event, the last few traps have remained unsprung for a couple of days now.

We gave Cinnamon a bath and manicure today. So far, that’s the extent of our holiday weekend, except for kiddie rhymes and picking up apples in the back yard. Oh, yeah, we rented Kill Bill 2 and watched it last night. It’s great! Anyway, hope everyone else is enjoying a little more excitement. Hmm, think I’ll cut HarpShot loose for a few blues licks.

Saturn Gets A New Battery

We took Kim to the airport yesterday morning for her flight to Chicago. I dropped her and Becky at the terminal and parked the car. Changed my mind about the spot I picked and when I started the car to move to another spot it hesitated slightly. My first thought (expert auto diagnostician that I am) was that the battery might be totally dead when we came back, and that we were lucky it at least got us to the airport. Well, it started fine so I thought it must’ve been the heat or just a random hiccup. This morning, however, it was not quite totally dead but lacked the juice to start the car. Becky drove the van to work. Changing a car battery ain’t like the good old days, by which I mean about 30 years ago when things under the hood were (1) identifiable, (2) accessible and (3) logical in regard to removal and replacement. So I started the day by spending a couple of hours just removing the friggin’ battery. Picked up a new one, and a replacement terminal bolt, on the way to the office. Will start the day tomorrow putting in the new battery. So it turned out we were lucky to get Kim to the airport on time, after all. Becky, by the way, wasn’t too thrilled about driving the van. The front tires are almost bald, and we had rain this morning. Not a good combination when you’re stopped on an uphill incline with front wheel drive. And I haven’t got around to gluing the rear view mirror back to the windshield. I kind of like not having it, since I can’t see the tailgaters, which helps my temperament. But it bugs Becky.

We succeeded in having stupid hot for Kathie and Stephen, and got it back for Kim but, as I mentioned, it was raining this morning and I don’t think ever got much over 70 degrees all day. Expecting a high of 68 tomorrow, 75 Sunday, 79 Monday. What can I say? ‘Course, we still got enough humidity if you spread your arms out and lie back you can float about three feet off the ground.

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