The Boston Diaries

The ongoing saga of a programmer who doesn't live in Boston, nor does he even like Boston, but yet named his weblog/journal “The Boston Diaries.”

Go figure.

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

I have a dream …

There are days when I wish I had an old clunker of a car. Not a small one, no Gremlins; nooo. I want a 70s Ford Grenada—the aircraft carrier of cars. Large. Gas guzzling. And worth less than my IBM PCjr.

Then, when the yuppie XXXX in their SUV tries to occupy the same space-time continuum that I and my 70s Ford Grenada occupy, instead of slamming on the breaks and jamming on the horn, I can sharply turn the steering wheel, basking in the knowledge that when two large, fast moving and nearly indestructable objects collide, something is going to give.

Like the paint job on the overly priced SUV.

Or maybe the SUV itself.

My hypothetical 70s Ford Grenada I don't care one whit about; it is, after all, worth less than my IBM PCjr.

What I do care about is the smug satisfaction I'll have in teaching the yuppie XXXX about an important Law Of Physics: matter cannot occupy the same space at the same time.

That, and possibly totalling the SUV, leaving the roads that much safer.

For Spring, some random thoughts on using Linux as a desktop operating system

Windows may be more usable out of the box than Linux (can't say it's easier to install since nowadays, Windows pretty much comes pre-installed and it's getting harder and harder to find Windows installation disks that acutally work) but it usually succumbs to an entropic death in a year or two, unlike Linux (when you finally get it working) which keeps going and going and going …

Some choices, huh?

And every year for the past six years, Linux has been two years away from being a viable desktop OS.

Something to think about …

For myself, things to remember while cooking …

Memo to self: Just because a meat thermometer doesn't look hot doesn't mean it isn't hot …

And my little doggie too?

I'm not exactly sure what I did to receive the following email:

Return-Path: <jtvrjslxue@XXXXXXX>
Received: from XXXXXXX (unknown [])
  by (Postfix) with SMTP id D97AD66BB
  for <>; Tue, 17 Jun 2003 21:49:45 -0400 (EDT)
From: <>
To: sean <>
Subject: FUCK U!!!
Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2003 21:49:45 -0400 (EDT)


That's the entire message.

I don't think I've written anything recently that would warrant such a response. I don't think …

The From: address has been forged—I seriously doubt I pissed off some people associated with sperm donations (yes, I did a Google search on that email address and got back references to a sperm bank/fertility clinic). The Return-Path: is most likely forged as well—the domain is to an infrastructure software company and besides, the IP address listed doesn't match any in use by said infrastructure software company. Instead, the IP address belongs to China Telecom.

Wait a second … China … hmmmm …

I wonder if it has anything to do with this spam I replied to last year …

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