Cool, I'll try that. Thanks! I've often wanted to add rules to SA, but fuck if I could figure out how.
I might try doing it with procmail (which I've used for many years and am far more familiar with). Procmail has its own scoring system, but it wasn't really intended for use against spam. Maybe a combination of the two will help.
I apologize for not being current with every developers forum for anti-spam software that you've seen. (I have a job. I have hobbies. I do not read "anti-spam development forums", because it doesn't interest me. The only anti-spam "development" I really want to see is permission to shoot them in the head.)
Maybe, just maybe, users of a random piece of software (like me) aren't going to be reading the development lists (like you). Should I flame you when a new compiler optimization is released, because it's new to users like you but old to developers like me?
The "random words" technique is almost completely ineffective at "poisoning" a Bayesian or other statistical filter
*shrug* Okay. I'll take your word for it. You're the developer, I'm not. All I know is nothing I do stops the fucking things, and previously-blocked kinds of spam started getting through much more often after the random-dictionary spam started arriving. Recent version of SpamAssassin cheerfully gives them the thumbs up. I'm now looking at DSPAM, mentioned in a post sibling to yours (unfortunately, I'm not root on the system which gets the most spam, and DSPAM seems to want root).
I'll look at SpamBayes sometime later this week, hopefully. Thanks.
Discussion and fixes on the project homepage, since last I checked the author wasn't responding to bugs, etc. He may have moved on (and that's just fine).
...is not haiku or any other kind of rearrangment of normal speech. What's pouring right through my filters are messages consisting of just a half-dozen lines of random English words. No sentences, no advertisements, no links, nothing but everyday words.
It's a fairly clever attempt to poison the Bayesian filters. Either I associate these words with spam and risk losing legit email, or I loosen things up and let more real spam slide through. It's frustrating because there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
[insert long ranting call for vigilante bullet-to-the-head-style action here]
You and I both posted "hey, I'm willing to go" posts, but gave different reasons.
I'd be willing to go in order to get away from an over-commercialized Earth. My post got modded down 3 points as a troll.
You'd be willing to go for a million-ish bucks. Your post got modded up as interesting.
I'm genuinely curious. You're the pioneer to an uninhabited planet, and you're not coming back. What do you plan to spend your million bucks on? More precisely, where and how do you plan to spend it?
(Possibly by that time we'll be able to deliver pizza that far, and of course Starbuck's seems to infest random countries without human assistance, so you could order a decent pepperoni deep-dish and some doubtful-quality latte.)
3: You know, I've met many many Mexicans, French, English, Germans, Japanese, and Chinese (only a few Brazilians), and none of them have ever been as rude as my own countrymen.
4: Well, yes. The primary goal of any society is to rid itself of those it considers misfits. (Think about it. It's a defensive reaction.) Here's an opportunity to not only make America even more bland, but to get some science done as well. Everybody wins!
An opportunity to live in a place in the Sol system not yet swamped by commercialism, war, rude Americans, manipulative Presidents, lying corporations? Where I can accomplish something that would benefit all of mankind?
It'll take me about one day to drive to the Florida launchpad from my apartment. Sign me the hell up!
One of the things that's always fascinated me about the Dalek future history is that we've already seen the final episode. We know what happens, some umpteen hundreds of thousands of years from now. All of the Pertwee, Baker (funny), Davidson, Baker (annoying), McCoy episodes are just filling in the gaps between now and then.
So, I don't know what operating system they're running (PepperShakerOS?), but whatever it is, there's a human emotions loadable module for it. And Troughton's Doctor saw what happened after they tried to "insmod human_emotions".
In summary, this is a really dorky and embarrassing post. My only defense is that I grew up with dr. Who. I will not date myself by indicating how much of my life the series covered.
Likewise. I even managed to double-dork myself with the lame insmod joke.
what is wrong with rewriting the code from the ground-up?
I usually find Jamie Zawinski to be an arrogant rude asshole, but occasionally our opinions overlap. In this brief rant he describes the Cascade of Attention-Deficit Teenagers software development model, which often leads to rewriting code from the ground up. Over and over and over.
Stay out of that trap, and actually fix stuff during your rewrite, and there's nothing at all wrong with doing it over from scratch. Rewrite it just because you don't feel that modifying other people's code is sexy enough, or that your version will surely be bug-free -- because, hey, it's you -- or because "you would have done things differently," and you'll have failed.
Build the biggest coolest shit you want, in the deserts or anywhere else, and one decent-sized asteroid will take it out at the same time it kills everything else above the level of the cockroach and creates long-term nuclear winter for the lucky roach..
If we don't get off this planet, then one simple day of cosmic bad luck is all it will take, and everything -- the $820 million dollars building cool desert shit, the wars fought, the ideas created, everything -- all of it will be for absolutely nothing. The only way we'll be able to leave then is if we start working on the problems now. The asteroid with your name on it does not give one single flying high-impact shit about your way of life, nor your fears of alien invasion, nor your "not giving a fuck".
Before water was pasteurized, people all over the world have known for a long time that a small amount of alcohol would kill most of the bacteria in the water.
Of course they didn't know about bacteria. They just knew that water+wine would keep you less sick than just water.
Even so, certainly no Prohibition in the New Testament. Cheers!
Since I'm pretty sure those ancient monks never had permission to copy any of the works they did,
Citations, please?
I'm pretty sure they did. Because many of the copied manuscripts have little line-counts in the margins, called stichoi, noting how many lines the scribe copied that day, so that the person hiring the monks to do the work knew how much to pay him. Perfectly legitimate job.
Exactly. I can't recall offhand what the literal Greek translation is, but the New Testament injunctions are against getting/being drunk (i.e., loss of control), not drinking.
Many Christians observe that, since one of the first things to go when drinking is your ability to tell whether your self-control is impaired, the easiest way to avoid losing control is not to drink to begin with. Some just recommend it informally, some leave it up to the individual, others (like the Mormons) make it dogma.
were the late 80's and early 90's, when the ruble was so worthless that people would melt down the various denominations of coins, and get more money back for the metal ingot.
And at 150 watts, you could probably do the melting on top of one of these new CPUs.
is Greg Egan's Diaspora, in which a gamma-ray burst in a nearby pair of neutron stars lays down some heavy spank on Planet Earth. The predicted/imagined effects are pretty-well thought out, and would make for a stunning series of special effects.
There's a references section at the end, which lists some nonfiction texts concerning GRBs and the possibilities of their existence.
Former boss was staying with his grandmother when he was a child. Since he was young and healthy, it was one of his jobs to go out to the mailbox by the street to get/put envelopes.
So one day he walks out to the mailbox and notices something he hadn't noticed before: a small box on an adjacent telephone pole, with a little lever and the words "Pull Here". There were some other words, but he couldn't read those. But he knew what "pull here" meant, and he was a responsible boy who did what he was told, so he smartly pulled down on the lever, took the mail , and went inside.
Shortly afterwards he was fascinated by the big trucks with the flashing lights driving around.
The next day, he walks out, pulls down the lever, gets the mail, walks back inside. Trucks drive up and down the street again. No cause-and-effect thoughts are passing through his mind (why would they?).
Happens every day for a few more days. No electronic records back then, so it takes some bright guy at the firehouse watching the clock to notice the pattern. One day the truck just shows up early and waits. Young Boss walks out, gets the mail, reaches for the lever, gets stopped.
"Young man, have you been pulling this lever every day?"
"Yes sir! I'm just big enough to read it!" *huge grin*
"Ah." *sigh, smile* "No harm done, but let me talk to your folks, young man."
Young Boss got the stuffing beat out of him by grandma, but he says getting to tell the story these days to his laughing kid, wife, and employees was worth it.
It's not that -f overrides -i. It's that whatever option comes last on the command line wins.
One trick is to go into an important directory and "touch./-i". This creates a file called dash-i. Next time you "rm -f *", the C locale's collating order will put dash-i at the front of the expanded list, and the command actually executed will be "rm -f -i foo bar baz...". Now -i wins.
For added space savings, hardlink all your empty dash-i files together.
I've never tried this suggestion (my friend is backups, not mother-may-I intentional stumbling blocks), so I can't report on its effectiveness.
If you drop the pressure too low, the partial pressure of CO2 in your lungs doesn't get high enough for it to send a signal to your autonomic nervous system to take a breath. It turns out that when the CO2 in your lungs reaches a partial pressure of about 5% of 1atm, your brain decides its time to take a breath.
IIRC, the brain never gets involved. It's as you wrote in the first sentence; it's entirely the autonomic nervous system.
What's more, I read somewhere that it's due to a small ganglion of nerves located near -- of all places -- the left armpit. (Maybe for proximity to the heart?) That's what makes the decision, so to speak.
No argument from me. I think the good folks at Privoxy are going to have to give up eventually. Alternatively, when users figure out which sites are being assholes about their JS, simply put them on the list of sites for which Privoxy just strips all JS, rather than trying to keep most of it.
Privoxy by default also blocks ads and webbugs and nasty javascript and other things, but you can disable those features.
The way it gets around, say, certain kinds of Javascript, is by rewriting the function text as it goes by. But it doesn't know what is and isn't actually a script. Any webpage containing the word "open" followed by an open parenthesis -- there's one in the comment currently at the top of this page -- gets rewritten to "PrivoxyWindowOpen(..." to defang the Javascript, even when it, well, wasn't. The comment makes no sense as it actually appears on my screen, because it isn't what the user wrote. Being familiar with Privoxy, I back up, reparse, and keep going.
We've all probably seen similar things in email. Anytime members of a certain mailing list start discussing XHTML examples, their snippets have things like "<link_LINK-DEFANGED foo..." and I have to blink a few times before I figure out what they actually wrote and what they didn't.
Customers of an ISP would be seriously confused and explosively pissed off if this happened to them. Maybe offer levels of filtering; they can choose various ports on your proxies to get them, etc.
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Cool, I'll try that. Thanks! I've often wanted to add rules to SA, but fuck if I could figure out how.
I might try doing it with procmail (which I've used for many years and am far more familiar with). Procmail has its own scoring system, but it wasn't really intended for use against spam. Maybe a combination of the two will help.
I apologize for not being current with every developers forum for anti-spam software that you've seen. (I have a job. I have hobbies. I do not read "anti-spam development forums", because it doesn't interest me. The only anti-spam "development" I really want to see is permission to shoot them in the head.)
Maybe, just maybe, users of a random piece of software (like me) aren't going to be reading the development lists (like you). Should I flame you when a new compiler optimization is released, because it's new to users like you but old to developers like me?
*shrug* Okay. I'll take your word for it. You're the developer, I'm not. All I know is nothing I do stops the fucking things, and previously-blocked kinds of spam started getting through much more often after the random-dictionary spam started arriving. Recent version of SpamAssassin cheerfully gives them the thumbs up. I'm now looking at DSPAM, mentioned in a post sibling to yours (unfortunately, I'm not root on the system which gets the most spam, and DSPAM seems to want root).
I'll look at SpamBayes sometime later this week, hopefully. Thanks.
Yay open source, yadda yadda yadda.
Discussion and fixes on the project homepage, since last I checked the author wasn't responding to bugs, etc. He may have moved on (and that's just fine).
I've never been married, but please for the love of God tell me that this is not something I'll ever be expected to explain to a father-in-law.
It's the birds-and-bees conversation, gone horribly horribly wrong.
...is not haiku or any other kind of rearrangment of normal speech. What's pouring right through my filters are messages consisting of just a half-dozen lines of random English words. No sentences, no advertisements, no links, nothing but everyday words.
It's a fairly clever attempt to poison the Bayesian filters. Either I associate these words with spam and risk losing legit email, or I loosen things up and let more real spam slide through. It's frustrating because there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
[insert long ranting call for vigilante bullet-to-the-head-style action here]
You and I both posted "hey, I'm willing to go" posts, but gave different reasons.
I'd be willing to go in order to get away from an over-commercialized Earth. My post got modded down 3 points as a troll.
You'd be willing to go for a million-ish bucks. Your post got modded up as interesting.
I'm genuinely curious. You're the pioneer to an uninhabited planet, and you're not coming back. What do you plan to spend your million bucks on? More precisely, where and how do you plan to spend it?
(Possibly by that time we'll be able to deliver pizza that far, and of course Starbuck's seems to infest random countries without human assistance, so you could order a decent pepperoni deep-dish and some doubtful-quality latte.)
Okay, I can go for Taco Bell.
(Hilarious that my post was smacked down to a -1 when I was being perfectly serious. Yay "echo chamber" websites.)
3: You know, I've met many many Mexicans, French, English, Germans, Japanese, and Chinese (only a few Brazilians), and none of them have ever been as rude as my own countrymen.
4: Well, yes. The primary goal of any society is to rid itself of those it considers misfits. (Think about it. It's a defensive reaction.) Here's an opportunity to not only make America even more bland, but to get some science done as well. Everybody wins!
An opportunity to live in a place in the Sol system not yet swamped by commercialism, war, rude Americans, manipulative Presidents, lying corporations? Where I can accomplish something that would benefit all of mankind?
It'll take me about one day to drive to the Florida launchpad from my apartment. Sign me the hell up!
One of the things that's always fascinated me about the Dalek future history is that we've already seen the final episode. We know what happens, some umpteen hundreds of thousands of years from now. All of the Pertwee, Baker (funny), Davidson, Baker (annoying), McCoy episodes are just filling in the gaps between now and then.
So, I don't know what operating system they're running (PepperShakerOS?), but whatever it is, there's a human emotions loadable module for it. And Troughton's Doctor saw what happened after they tried to "insmod human_emotions".
Likewise. I even managed to double-dork myself with the lame insmod joke.
I usually find Jamie Zawinski to be an arrogant rude asshole, but occasionally our opinions overlap. In this brief rant he describes the Cascade of Attention-Deficit Teenagers software development model, which often leads to rewriting code from the ground up. Over and over and over.
Stay out of that trap, and actually fix stuff during your rewrite, and there's nothing at all wrong with doing it over from scratch. Rewrite it just because you don't feel that modifying other people's code is sexy enough, or that your version will surely be bug-free -- because, hey, it's you -- or because "you would have done things differently," and you'll have failed.
Tsk. Just get one robotic arm, and have it type out "xyzzy". Then look for the white pixel as another arm traverses the board. Done!
(As it happens (no joke), I'm starting formal Master's work next quarter. Watch the bastards stick me with something like Freecell.)
:-)
Build the biggest coolest shit you want, in the deserts or anywhere else, and one decent-sized asteroid will take it out at the same time it kills everything else above the level of the cockroach and creates long-term nuclear winter for the lucky roach..
If we don't get off this planet, then one simple day of cosmic bad luck is all it will take, and everything -- the $820 million dollars building cool desert shit, the wars fought, the ideas created, everything -- all of it will be for absolutely nothing. The only way we'll be able to leave then is if we start working on the problems now. The asteroid with your name on it does not give one single flying high-impact shit about your way of life, nor your fears of alien invasion, nor your "not giving a fuck".
Ever think of that? Apparently not.
Before water was pasteurized, people all over the world have known for a long time that a small amount of alcohol would kill most of the bacteria in the water.
Of course they didn't know about bacteria. They just knew that water+wine would keep you less sick than just water.
Even so, certainly no Prohibition in the New Testament. Cheers!
Citations, please?
I'm pretty sure they did. Because many of the copied manuscripts have little line-counts in the margins, called stichoi, noting how many lines the scribe copied that day, so that the person hiring the monks to do the work knew how much to pay him. Perfectly legitimate job.
Exactly. I can't recall offhand what the literal Greek translation is, but the New Testament injunctions are against getting/being drunk (i.e., loss of control), not drinking.
Many Christians observe that, since one of the first things to go when drinking is your ability to tell whether your self-control is impaired, the easiest way to avoid losing control is not to drink to begin with. Some just recommend it informally, some leave it up to the individual, others (like the Mormons) make it dogma.
were the late 80's and early 90's, when the ruble was so worthless that people would melt down the various denominations of coins, and get more money back for the metal ingot.
And at 150 watts, you could probably do the melting on top of one of these new CPUs.
is Greg Egan's Diaspora, in which a gamma-ray burst in a nearby pair of neutron stars lays down some heavy spank on Planet Earth. The predicted/imagined effects are pretty-well thought out, and would make for a stunning series of special effects.
There's a references section at the end, which lists some nonfiction texts concerning GRBs and the possibilities of their existence.
Former boss was staying with his grandmother when he was a child. Since he was young and healthy, it was one of his jobs to go out to the mailbox by the street to get/put envelopes.
So one day he walks out to the mailbox and notices something he hadn't noticed before: a small box on an adjacent telephone pole, with a little lever and the words "Pull Here". There were some other words, but he couldn't read those. But he knew what "pull here" meant, and he was a responsible boy who did what he was told, so he smartly pulled down on the lever, took the mail , and went inside.
Shortly afterwards he was fascinated by the big trucks with the flashing lights driving around.
The next day, he walks out, pulls down the lever, gets the mail, walks back inside. Trucks drive up and down the street again. No cause-and-effect thoughts are passing through his mind (why would they?).
Happens every day for a few more days. No electronic records back then, so it takes some bright guy at the firehouse watching the clock to notice the pattern. One day the truck just shows up early and waits. Young Boss walks out, gets the mail, reaches for the lever, gets stopped.
"Young man, have you been pulling this lever every day?"
"Yes sir! I'm just big enough to read it!" *huge grin*
"Ah." *sigh, smile* "No harm done, but let me talk to your folks, young man."
Young Boss got the stuffing beat out of him by grandma, but he says getting to tell the story these days to his laughing kid, wife, and employees was worth it.
It's not that -f overrides -i. It's that whatever option comes last on the command line wins.
One trick is to go into an important directory and "touch ./-i". This creates a file called dash-i. Next time you "rm -f *", the C locale's collating order will put dash-i at the front of the expanded list, and the command actually executed will be "rm -f -i foo bar baz ...". Now -i wins.
For added space savings, hardlink all your empty dash-i files together.
I've never tried this suggestion (my friend is backups, not mother-may-I intentional stumbling blocks), so I can't report on its effectiveness.
I'm not talking about images. I'm talking about read recipts, as defined by the RFCs. Nothing to do with the web or pictures.
If you're using POP3, then yes, it will always ask you for permission to send the receipt.
If you are using an Exchange server, then the decision can be taken out of your hands, depending on the Exchange server's settings.
IIRC, the brain never gets involved. It's as you wrote in the first sentence; it's entirely the autonomic nervous system.
What's more, I read somewhere that it's due to a small ganglion of nerves located near -- of all places -- the left armpit. (Maybe for proximity to the heart?) That's what makes the decision, so to speak.
No argument from me. I think the good folks at Privoxy are going to have to give up eventually. Alternatively, when users figure out which sites are being assholes about their JS, simply put them on the list of sites for which Privoxy just strips all JS, rather than trying to keep most of it.
The way it gets around, say, certain kinds of Javascript, is by rewriting the function text as it goes by. But it doesn't know what is and isn't actually a script. Any webpage containing the word "open" followed by an open parenthesis -- there's one in the comment currently at the top of this page -- gets rewritten to "PrivoxyWindowOpen(..." to defang the Javascript, even when it, well, wasn't. The comment makes no sense as it actually appears on my screen, because it isn't what the user wrote. Being familiar with Privoxy, I back up, reparse, and keep going.
We've all probably seen similar things in email. Anytime members of a certain mailing list start discussing XHTML examples, their snippets have things like "<link_LINK-DEFANGED foo..." and I have to blink a few times before I figure out what they actually wrote and what they didn't.
Customers of an ISP would be seriously confused and explosively pissed off if this happened to them. Maybe offer levels of filtering; they can choose various ports on your proxies to get them, etc.