I am sometimes irked by the poverty of content of some error messages (including mine), but I consider that those related to e-mails deserve a special mention.
Here is a cool example of the info you get in return when sending a mail with several attachments of different kinds. The messages are provided in two separate files.
The best of the story is that you are not just bombarded with all that useless crap, you also don't get any clue about the things that really matter to you: 1) what file or file extension was blocked ? 2) was the message delivered at all ?
In reply to my previous post about my weekend liberty pass.
1. The breakfast was not bad. Not as good as usual but maybe 6/10. As much as I like crispy bacon they gave me something not far removed from tough boot leather. Let it be soft, let it be crispy but please don't give me old boots. The mushrooms had obviously stewed in their own juices. Not unpleasant, but not right. I'll put it down to an off-day by the Côte restaurant kitchen staff.
2. I never saw the local team play rugby. It was too cold, too wet so I opted for a cake and coffee at Costa.
3. The Springboks made hard work for themselves beating Ireland. I like the result but not much at all to get excited about. Argentina's win over Wales was extraordinarily amazing. Well deserved.
4. The sabre competition went much better than expected. I won three out of five bouts in my pool and qualified for the DE knockout rounds as I finished 2nd out of six second-placed qualifiers, of which the first three advanced. In the DE round of 32 I beat a fencer I've lost to twice before 15-12. In the next round of 16 I was up against the 2nd seed and lost by a creditable (to me at least) score of 15-8 of which five of my hits were impressive stop-cuts. I also nailed him with one almighty strike on the head.
We all stopped fencing at 11am for the two-minute remembrance observance for those who died in war. Some of the fencers raised their swords in salute as if standing to attention. It was quite poignant.
5. I never made the appointment with an ice-cold beer as I lost too much time watching the other bouts and the final. I picked up Mrs. Wifey and got home just in time to catch the end of the All Blacks expected victory over Scotland. Overall, a good weekend.
"I do not have to forgive my enemies, I have had them all shot." — Ramón Maria Narváez (1800-68).
"I don't need to shoot my enemies, I don't have any." - Me (2012).
Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers.
The first step in the acquisition of wisdom is SILENCE, the second is LISTENING, the third MEMORY, the forth, PRACTICE and the fifth is TEACHING others!
If something has a solution... Why do we have to worry about?. If it has no solution... For what reason do we have to worry about?
Help me to understand what I'm saying, and I'll explain it better to you
Rating helpfull answers is nice, but saying thanks can be even nicer.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, —
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
"If you ever start taking things too seriously, just remember that we are talking monkeys on an organic spaceship flying through the Universe"
Just home from the War Memorial. they read out every name before the two minutes.
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done.
Drink. Get drunk. Fall over - P O'H
OK, I will win to day or my name isn't Ethel Crudacre! - DDEthel Crudacre
I cannot live by bread alone. Bacon and ketchup are needed as well. - Trollslayer
Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb - they're often *students*, for heaven's sake - Terry Pratchett
I'm not saying that it isn't the address of the actual registree though, I'm merely pointing out a different possibility.
One of my email addresses is very popular to use as a fake address. And a few years back I got tired of it and started to tell people to stop it.
That's when I learned that many subscription services actually make a check that the postal addresses are real, and that people therefore use someone elses address instead.
Nowadays I'm messing with the registrees instead when I'm getting their confirmation email.
People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.
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