It was an unquestionable aspect of proper latrine conduct. The strong sulfur scent produced by the striking of a match can over power even the most potent fecal odors. Striking a post bowel movement match was a habit that my parents had instilled in me at an early age.
It felt good being home from college. Relaxing...no roomates knocking at the door. At last I could take a dump in peace. I glanced about the bathroom. Nothing had change. "Ah hah!" I exclaimed. The bathmat was different. The old one had a.....my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a resounding fart. The fart startled me so. I sat there staring down between my legs. A little turd floated past in the current like a tourist in the whirl pool at Waterworld. Having lost my train of thought, I looked up and noticed the can of matches on the window sill. I reached out and retrieved a book of matches from the tarnished tin. "A little controlled pyromania should help pass the time" I thought to myself.
I struck a match and watched it burn towards my fingers. The orange glow was mesmerizing and the smell of sulfur seemed pleasant and relaxing. Alas, the flame began to wane as it crawled up the match stick. I dropped it and watched it fall. As it fell, my amusement was promptly dowsed by the horror of a bleak realisation. A string of expletives flashed across my mind as I watched the match tumble between my thighs. There was a thunderous whoosh as the lingering methane fart fumes ignited. The force of the blast flung my genitals upward with such momentum that they flopped against my abdomen. Their upward trajectory was accompanied by a ghostly ball of blue flame. I was still bent forward staring between my legs when the fire ball reached my face, singeing my eyebrows off and igniting the roll of toilet paper that dangled from the dispenser beside me.
As rapidly as it had ignited, the blazing clowd of fart vanished leaving only the pungent odor of burnt hair which corresponded remarkably with the sensation of anal baldness that I was experiencing. Heretofore, my theories concerning the flamability of toilet paper had been purely hypothetical and as such, purely unfounded. I can now state with absolute confidence that toilet paper burns at an astonishingly rapid rate! In my panicked state, I siezed the t.p. just above the flaming portion and yanked in hopes that I could halt the ascent of the flame and thus prevent it from engulfing the entire roll. Alas, the t.p. would not tear away from the roll! I began pulling the t.p. from the roll hand over hand as if I were climbing a rope. I succeeded only in feeding the flames . The faster I pulled, the faster the flame traveled! I couldn't think! It was all happening so fast.
My panic grew and as it did so, I lost control of my bladder. My "significant member" began to thrash about like an unmanned fire hose as the urine sprayed forth. My arms ached with exhaustion as the lactic acid began to retard their motion. I watched in horror as the flames danced between my fingers on final appraoch to the spinning roll. It was then that a single stream of urine sailed from my gyrating member and dowsed the flaming t.p.. I sat there stunned and exhausted as t.p. ashes floated about in the air. And that's why I don't light my farts.
A lot of people, even some who are somewhat computer literate, will click the Report Spam button on an email from a mailing list that they no longer want to subscribe to instead of actually unsubscribing.
And even more people will do so if some actual spam does find its way to the mailing list (it happens... we had a some dogfood spam on the E-patents mailing list recently...).
And guess what, most good spam reporting services (such as spamcop) correctly detect the situation, and do not flag the list operator's systems, but only the system(s) of the perp who sent the spam to the list.
"Double opt-in" means that you asked to be on the list, and the list sent mail to you asking if you're *sure* you want to be on the list, and you ask *again* to be put on the list.
And the point of this is not only to give you another chance to make up your mind, but rather to make sure that it was indeed you (the reader of the mail address being opted in) who is doing the optin (by using the unique cookie contained in the confirmation message).
As such, it avoids "third-party" or prank subscriptions, and it can be argued that without this step, it's not really an opt-in. Hence eggboard's point that saying double opt-in is redundant.
who is the single person responsible for making sure that the domain gets re-registered say 10 years from today?
Wouldn't this problem actually be worse 100 years from now?
Such a person might lose his job and/or be easily lost in the system by that time.
Or simply: have died of old age...
this is a brilliant marketing move and more power to them.
Yes, especially when 10 years from now they renege on the deal, and also ask a yearly subscription fee from the "lifetime" domain owners. After all, if poboxes.com could pull this off, why not Verisign?
Apparently, the Madrid attack was one day after a big soccer/football match in a stadium in Madrid.
Seems to be unrelated. The bombs didn't go off in or near the stadium, but on commuter lines unlikely to be used by the soccer spectators. Obviously, locals were targetted, not the many foreigners who happened to be in town that day. And yes, there was a amazingly low number of foreigners/tourists among the victims.
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Ha!
Are they?
Well, in this case, it did change the outcome...
then couldn't they also be used as microphones? The sound would just travel in the opposite direction.
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It's news because now we have close-up photos, which we didn't have before.
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Orbital animation, plus some close-up photos of the new moon! There is also a photo of the rocket that they plan to use to go to the new moon.
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It was an unquestionable aspect of proper latrine conduct. The strong sulfur scent produced by the striking of a match can over power even the most potent fecal odors. Striking a post bowel movement match was a habit that my parents had instilled in me at an early age.
It felt good being home from college. Relaxing...no roomates knocking at the door. At last I could take a dump in peace. I glanced about the bathroom. Nothing had change. "Ah hah!" I exclaimed. The bathmat was different. The old one had a.....my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a resounding fart. The fart startled me so. I sat there staring down between my legs. A little turd floated past in the current like a tourist in the whirl pool at Waterworld. Having lost my train of thought, I looked up and noticed the can of matches on the window sill. I reached out and retrieved a book of matches from the tarnished tin. "A little controlled pyromania should help pass the time" I thought to myself.
I struck a match and watched it burn towards my fingers. The orange glow was mesmerizing and the smell of sulfur seemed pleasant and relaxing. Alas, the flame began to wane as it crawled up the match stick. I dropped it and watched it fall. As it fell, my amusement was promptly dowsed by the horror of a bleak realisation. A string of expletives flashed across my mind as I watched the match tumble between my thighs. There was a thunderous whoosh as the lingering methane fart fumes ignited. The force of the blast flung my genitals upward with such momentum that they flopped against my abdomen. Their upward trajectory was accompanied by a ghostly ball of blue flame. I was still bent forward staring between my legs when the fire ball reached my face, singeing my eyebrows off and igniting the roll of toilet paper that dangled from the dispenser beside me.
As rapidly as it had ignited, the blazing clowd of fart vanished leaving only the pungent odor of burnt hair which corresponded remarkably with the sensation of anal baldness that I was experiencing. Heretofore, my theories concerning the flamability of toilet paper had been purely hypothetical and as such, purely unfounded. I can now state with absolute confidence that toilet paper burns at an astonishingly rapid rate! In my panicked state, I siezed the t.p. just above the flaming portion and yanked in hopes that I could halt the ascent of the flame and thus prevent it from engulfing the entire roll. Alas, the t.p. would not tear away from the roll! I began pulling the t.p. from the roll hand over hand as if I were climbing a rope. I succeeded only in feeding the flames . The faster I pulled, the faster the flame traveled! I couldn't think! It was all happening so fast.
My panic grew and as it did so, I lost control of my bladder. My "significant member" began to thrash about like an unmanned fire hose as the urine sprayed forth. My arms ached with exhaustion as the lactic acid began to retard their motion. I watched in horror as the flames danced between my fingers on final appraoch to the spinning roll. It was then that a single stream of urine sailed from my gyrating member and dowsed the flaming t.p.. I sat there stunned and exhausted as t.p. ashes floated about in the air. And that's why I don't light my farts.
Thanks for your patient reading!
And even more people will do so if some actual spam does find its way to the mailing list (it happens... we had a some dogfood spam on the E-patents mailing list recently...).
And guess what, most good spam reporting services (such as spamcop) correctly detect the situation, and do not flag the list operator's systems, but only the system(s) of the perp who sent the spam to the list.
And the point of this is not only to give you another chance to make up your mind, but rather to make sure that it was indeed you (the reader of the mail address being opted in) who is doing the optin (by using the unique cookie contained in the confirmation message).
As such, it avoids "third-party" or prank subscriptions, and it can be argued that without this step, it's not really an opt-in. Hence eggboard's point that saying double opt-in is redundant.
But then users will probably just start ignoring these, because 99% of the entries in those messages would indeed be spam...
Moreover, with mailman, each user has the option to turn them off.
Wouldn't this problem actually be worse 100 years from now?
Such a person might lose his job and/or be easily lost in the system by that time.
Or simply: have died of old age...
this is a brilliant marketing move and more power to them.
Yes, especially when 10 years from now they renege on the deal, and also ask a yearly subscription fee from the "lifetime" domain owners. After all, if poboxes.com could pull this off, why not Verisign?
Only on Slashdot!
[I know, I'll be modded down for this...]
In a sandwhich the spam is in the middle, and the bread outside. Here the spam is outside...
Seems to be unrelated. The bombs didn't go off in or near the stadium, but on commuter lines unlikely to be used by the soccer spectators. Obviously, locals were targetted, not the many foreigners who happened to be in town that day. And yes, there was a amazingly low number of foreigners/tourists among the victims.
Yes, indeed. It's even been in the mainstream media.
Anyway, I know slashdotters aren't known for reading links,
Yes, it's a real shame...
but the paper is actually quite accessible and worth reading at least some of.
This Yahoo news article makes the issue even easyer to understand, at least for a layman who is not yet familiar with all the background info.
IT'S A KOOKBOOC!
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