New Location

I've started a tentative personal blog. I have only really just thrown it together and tweaked a couple of settings, so it may be a bit rough around the edges initially. Depending on how much I can get my head around the underlying code I may try to make it a bit more my own, but it may just as readily stay the way it is now for months. Who can say?

I'll keep reading my LJ friend list, but I imagine I won't be posting much here any more. Apologies if that throws a spanner in the works for anyone.

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Kenickie got himself a cut across the nose, Omar-like. He seemed fine about it, though, little bruiser that he is. I'm pretty sure it's the black cat in the neighbourhood that is being confrontational. I saw Kenickie close to a tabby cat, but as Kenickie casually turned around and walked away from it it seemed to me that he wasn't threatened by the tabby, and I'm sure I've seen the black cat acting aggressively to others.

Since he got the bite previously, I stopped trimming Kenickie's claws. He needs to be able to defend himself. The cool thing is that when we play, and he is really energetic in all his endeavours, he still doesn't scratch me. I can have a small mouse toy in my hand and he'll be upside-down with all paws grabbing for the toy around my hands and biting at the toy and I'll be entirely unscathed. He's an excellent little buddy.

And he's rather playful. He really likes his little mouse toys, and we have quite a bit of fun playing with them together. His exuberance shows when I toss the toys around him, as the slightest hint of the toy being off the ground will send Kenickie jumping in to the air and flailing around, batting the toys all over the place. He's such fun! I also like it when he pounces on a toy from a grand distance of 6 inches away, yet still he jumps a foot in to the air. I love my kitty.

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My ISP hasn't replied to my e-mail requesting support for my spam problem. It is also quite possible that the sheer amount of spam, which I can't now reasonably get to to delete, has locked up my e-mail account.

Ah well. It's not like anyone e-mails me anyway, I suppose.

Update: support have e-mail me back stating they can delete the catch-all behaviour on my account. That will be super. The only e-mail I'll get from now on will be to addresses I actually use.

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Kenickie jumped in to the bath, unaware that it was half-full. Poor, wet kitty.

He's okay now. He licked himself dry, somehow, and is happily sleeping.

I still hate spam

I've been receiving e-mails to <random_string>@<domain_name> for ages, like most people I imagine. It was irritating for a while, even though spam filters caught and separated most of them. When I started getting them frequently enough that I started to ignore my new e-mail sound I had to find a new way to deal with the spam I was getting. I realised that I was wasting my time and bandwidth downloading and deleting them from my local e-mail application. My ISP has a handy webmail interface and I realised that if I used that to delete the spam e-mails I wouldn't be wasting my bandwidth doing so. I started to log in to webmail once a day and checked and deleted all the spam. Pretty soon I had stopped even checking it, as I really couldn't be bother wading through several pages, at 50 e-mails per page, and I simply logged in and hit 'delete all'. I then realised that this was also a waste of my time, and started deleting the spam once a week, finding between 3,000 and 14,000 spam e-mails per week had accumulated.

Yesterday, I logged in to the webmail account and no e-mails were displayed. The interface itself wasn't being fully displayed, yet the page had loaded fully. It seemed that I could not delete all my spam using webmail this week. I decided that, just this once, I would set-up an account in my e-mail application for the catch-all account, download all the spam, delete it, then delete the account and go back to webmail. By doing this I found I had accumulated 68,000 spam e-mails in a week.

I left my client downloading spam e-mails, taking the bandwidth hit, returning after 90 minutes to find it had downloaded around 24,000 e-mails, and was still going. I stopped the download to purge these spam, hoping that the webmail interface would let me get the rest now. It seems that my e-mail application chokes on such a large number of e-mails, and was having serious trouble actually deleting the items. It took me ages to get that sorted, after which, for various reasons, I wasn't entirely sure I'd made any progress.

I gave up. I e-mailed my ISP and asked if they could purge the catch-all account of e-mail. I'm not sure what else to do. I wasted a whole damned evening dealing with spam e-mail, unwanted and anonymous crap that is spewed with annoying regularity at me. You have know idea how frustrated and angry that makes me.


The earthquake woke me up when it hit early this morning, shaking me and Kenickie around a little. There was one casualty in my home, the crystal fox on top of the TV taking a tumble and losing both ears and its tail. The tail and one ear have been recovered, the second ear remains elusive.

Film Meme

I'm joining in with a current meme, quoting from 15 films that I own on DVD that I really like. Anyone reading is invited to guess what the films are, without searching for the lines on the netsweb.

1. Some days, you just can't get rid of a bomb.

2. On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy.

3. Tell ya the truth, I don't think this is a brains kind of operation.

4. Don't say "do it", because I don't "do it". I *ingest* it, on orders of my neurophysiologist. This stuff is legal. In five years they'll be putting it in the water for citizens, just like fluoride.

5. I guess it never occurred to you that you might actually have to bleed to pull off this little coup.

6. I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.

7. Now a question of etiquette: as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch...?

8. Well, technically speaking, the operation is brain damage, but it's on a par with a night of heavy drinking. Nothing you'll miss.

9. Life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit.

10. It's kind of a compulsion with him. He has to exchange fluids with everyone he meets. That's why we never have pets.

11. This is definitely Lower Wacker Drive! If my estimations are correct, we should be very close to the Honorable Richard J. Daley Plaza!

12. You know, I've had more rewarding friendships than this one. Although I do get to keep telling the same jokes.

13. Stop it! We are not gonna die! Now, both of you will *get a grip*! Or so help me, I will *ground* you for a month. Understand?

14. As a duly designated representative of the City, County and State of New York, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension.

15. Does he enjoy taking his bows under the stage?