80,012 Text Messages In One Month
webguru4god writes "According to an article on AZCentral.com, a man in New Zealand sent an average of 2,580 text messages a day for a whole month to protest his cell phone provider cancelling their unlimited text messaging plan. I recently received a faulty cell phone bill for $2000 claiming that I sent 40,000 text messages in one month, which I thought was physically impossible. But apparently this man has doubled that number and managed to get 8 hours of sleep each night for the month!"
I think they're missing the bigger story: How did this man grow two extra thumbs to key in those 80,000 messages? ;)
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so his plan was that by showing them that more messages were sent when the company charged for them , somehow this company would decide against the extra income and return to free text messages. Hmmm, well we can't all be geniuses.
Considering the cost increase he'd probably be paying for the charged messages, the costs for carpal tunnel surgery will likely outweigh any savings he would have had if his campaign had worked.
The article says 'he repeatedly sent friends a message reading: "Hi. How are you?"'
2,580 times a day he did this. I am guessing he is now short a few friends...
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How did this guy manage this? Is he a mutated nerd like us who have grown extra fingers due to the radition from our constant computer use? Damn I should've never got that plastic case....
Have you metaroderated recently?
(Then again he could have an amazingly active social life with that many texts!)
So the real news is that New Zealanders need something to occupy their time.
I was born using carrier pigeons and I'll die using carrier pigeons.
It's New Zealand. Unlike 'old' Zealand (where I live), the New one is full of nature's freaks. Twelve-toed snakes and five-thumbed humans and whatnot.
Here on 'old' Zealand we just have freaks of society...
I once used this to exact revenge against my ex-wife. We were still married at the time, headed for divorce when she took off to Vegas, by car, with her boyfriend for a weekend of sport fscking, I'm sure.
I was obviously pissed as I knew she was going somewhere, and suspected it would be with her 'boyfriend' so I paged her, but she never returned my call.
What I did then was setup Telex (BBS Software) on my PC to dial her pager number, wait for 2 seconds, then enter my cell phone number and hang up, repeated ad infinum. It took a total of 8 seconds for each paging cycle. I knew she was leaving pager range but what did I care.
I was sending out 450 pages per hour, starting on a Friday afternoon. I stopped paging once she returned to town that Monday. I paged her no fewer than 32,400 times that weekend. What I did was a denial of service attack on her pager where she was charged 10 cents for each page over 1000 per month.
My satisfaction grew once I heard that she received a $3,200 pager bill for that month, which she never paid and I'm sure is still on her credit report.
Good security is based upon reality and common sense. Common sense is a function of having common knowledge.
Telstra's nice to us.
(Apart from their money-sucking pairing deals... bastards).
You know, if you keep sending "Hi. How are you?" to everyone you see, eventually you'll make a few new friends. Some of them might even be beautiful women.
I thimk you mispelled the word, "spam".
This seems like a stupid way to protest. I'm going to protest Dairy Queen not offering free unlimited ice cream!! Everybody meet me there to buy an ice cream!!
I guess this guy's business plan is:
1. Buy lots of company A's product while, at the same time, protesting it.
2. ???
3. Profit!
That must be some of that "new economy" stuff.
[sarcasm] Wow, what an accomplishment. He must have a life too. [/sarcasm]
Three miles? You had to walk three whole miles? Did you require a nap afterwards? I suppose that phone might have come in handy, you could have dialed up mom to come pick you up.
You incredible fat fuck. Try getting in a little exercise.