The news from Drogon land:

Please be aware that some people come from an oppressed background and culture and may not appreciate open and frank discussions on subjects such as sex in a public place in Drogon. But you can’t win, as even if you then took those conversations into private, some individuals would then whinge that they were being excluded. Life sucks.

I knew I shouldn’t have suggested Mild Green Fairy liquid as a hand lubricant.

Vernon Schyrver is being typically acerbic in about whether this Anti Spam Research Group is ever going to go anywhere. Given Vernon’s annoying habit of being clever and right, it seems likely that non-techies are doomed to get spam until their mailbox collapses under the weight. When I work up the courage, I’ll ask him whether he thinks the hashcash idea might work if there were some way for people on slow machines to pay their ISP to do the computation for them. This seems more likely to work than the mythical micropayments systems which people always suggest, since you’re dealing with an organisation with which you already have some kind of billing arrangement.

Danny O’Brien (of NTK fame) linked to a posting by someone who gets why I write stuff to filter the crap that works on Windows for people who aren’t very technical: This time we said it would be different, remember? If I can manage to concentrate this evening, might do some more work on another Spampal plugin.

Seeing as a few friends seem to be getting into LiveJournal, I’ll mention that Friendster seems to be the new SixDegrees (anyone remember that). I’m tempted.

Allen sent me a link to an archived version of the old index page for my old machine,, which got me nicely nostaligic for a bit:

Three broad categories of people tend to get accounts:

  • Friends who know more about Linux than me and can help out with sysadmin stuff.
  • People I know who don’t have Unix access elsewhere.
  • Women I am trying to impress.

That last one never worked, of course.

In other news, girlie is ill and so I have spent most of today watching crappy TV, reading and playing on Drogon. I should write some code for nilsimsa or the POP3 filtering proxy thing, but I can’t be bothered. Work tends to suck the enthusiasm out of me at the moment.

Sainburys spam made the Register:

This had nothing to do with me emailing the editor, of course 🙂 (Actually, I bet a few other people did the same thing, but every bit helps).

So, Thom gave me a magic cookie and I made myself an account. Not entirely sure what I will use it for yet, but I expect I’ll think of something.

Things done today:

  • Work
  • Successfully got Sainsburys listed in SPEWS, as well as their spamming friends (well, I may have had a bit of help, but I claim that posting to and with the subject line “ATTN SPEWS” might have tipped it). Major supermarket chains quake at my words, I tell you.
  • Went to Ed and Jacqui’s engagement party in some forgotten sub-basement of Trinity. There was glitter and dips and friends and people I’ve not seen for a while, so that was good. Danced one cha-cha but was wearing wrong sort of shoes so could not spin.