Best Spam Ever

I just received this hilarious spam (links deleted!). I found it about the funniest spam I’ve ever read. The lines concerning laziness are what made me laugh the most.

We are not looking for people who are self-motivated.

We are not looking for people who join every ‘get rich quick’ scheme offered on the Internet.

We are not looking for class presidents, beautiful people, career builders or even college graduates. We don’t even want union workers or trade school graduates.

We want the laziest people that exist – the men and women who expect to make money without lifting a finger.

We want the people who have a hard time getting out of bed before noon.

We want those of you who think that getting out of bed to go lay on the couch is an effort that is best not thought about.

If you meet this criteria, just click HERE and send us an email. BE SURE TO TYPE IN THE Subject Line the following words… “I do not want to work”. In fact, if you are so lazy that typing those words in the Subject Line is too much of an effort, than just type “work sucks” and we’ll get the picture.

2. In the body of the message, type your FIRST and LAST name.

3. In body of the message, type your email address.

Either way, we will be absolutely certain that you are the kind of person we want to be associated with and we will make sure that you get the information to bring you home with us.

In case you haven’t figured it out yet, we want the kind of people who DO NOT take risks. If you are the kind of person who will consider doing something that’s NOT a ‘Sure Thing’, then do NOT respond. This is too easy a way to make money and there’s no challenge in it.

If you can ever find the energy to make it to our website, you will be able to see the first home business in history that requires practically no work. NONE. By opting in and asking for the link to our website, you will be telling us that you want to make enough money that you can quit your regular job and sleep all day, not to mention some serious movie watching – if that’s your thing. We are not looking for a commitment from you and we don’t even want your money at this stage.

As a matter of fact, we don’t even want to hear from you if the idea of making lots of money with very little effort does not interest you. So my friend, this is the first and last email we will ever send you. Just click the link below and then go back to daydreaming or whatever your current hobby is.

Man! Speed of Change is everything!

So, if you haven’t heard (and I bet you have), wireless LANs are the Next Big Thing. So is Broadband.

For the last few years, wireless community networks have been popping up, which are all-volunteer efforts to provide wireless broadband internet access via public announcements of wireless access points and areas of coverage.

A related practice has been the development of wardriving (etymology: derives from old-skool hacker wardialing, the sequential automated dialing of huge blocks of telephone numbers in search of one hooked up to a modem), which entail driving or walking around a dense neighborhood in search of WiFi access points.

On June 24th, Cory Doctorow at boingboing posted a link to the warchalking proposal, a system to mark located wifi access points in public, explicitly derived from hobo signs.

On June 25th, Matt at the warchalking site posted his first pic of someone employing the symbology in the Real World.

Keep an eye on this.

Well, then. Naturally.

As I’ve discussed over the last few days, I’ve been performing hardware surgery on bellerophon, the server that provides you with this website. All has gone reasonably well, but not ideally, and so I brought her into the office here to work out the booting problem that was puzzling me.

I had employed the highly-regarded Carbon Copy Cloner, an Applescript-based drive duping utility, to mirror old to new, but the new boot drive was not playing nice. So. Testing matrix in, um, head, I began to experiment with boot settings this morning. Unfortunately for me, shortly thereafter, the main boot drive, the one with six months of tried and true tinkering and mind-bending installation trickery (are you listening to me, Image Magick?) refused to acknowledge my desires.

So… bellerophon was booting only into OS9, which can work well enough to serve static content but, for example, my Gallery-based photo site, which depends on PHP and MySQL, wouldn’t couldn’t won’t work in OS9. And this blog, which employs the perl-based Movable Type, would serve static content well enough, but new content would have to be hand-embroidered, the way macho men crank the code. (There may, in fact be some sort of Yatta tie in).

So I was looking at the “torn folder” icon, Mac OS X’s new way of saying, “you are screwed”, when the phone rings.

It was a prospective employer, checking to make sure I hadn’t gone and gotten a job or anything, because they wanted to reactivate me as a candidate for a position.

“Is this the producer/coordinator position?”

Naturally, it’s a technical position performing web work. I thank the pleasant fellow. He had the decision-maker vibe. I go out on a limb (a short one, really – who do you think is the most influential economic force in the Puget Sound region) and ask if they are .NET-based or headed in that direction. Yes, why yes, they are.

So… I have an immediate economic imperative to get bellerophon back into the sky. A bit of poking about reveals that Apple is pretty insistent upon a full reinstall to a clean disk in this variety of failure. And so began my afternoon.

Mark Cuban on Internet Radio Deal

At Radio and internet Newsletter, site scriveners Paul Maloney and Kurt Hanson publish a letter from legendary internet grump Mark Cuban, founder of broadcast.com.

It’s interesting reading. Cuban describes the deal between Yahoo (who bought Broadcast.com) and the RIAA as having been explicitly crafted to close down the indies. This is the deal that was used as a template for the stinkin’ no-good backstabbin’ lyin’ sorry excuse for a sack of potatoes “compromise” announced last week.

(via Seattle’s sweetheart, Wendy at Slumberland)