Project 4Fifteen

Having owned several domains for several years, one of them has attracted the wrath of the botnets.. The bot army is spoofing the domain making it very difficult for the domain to be used. Needless to say something had to be done. I tried redirecting the mail to no avail, installed spam filters and black lists, it stopped a lot, but I noticed some real victims. Not nice. Then I contacted the folks at ZoneEdit and they had some real good advice. I followed it and voila, instant trickle. I can whole heartedly recommend them for all your domain needs. Managing the mail will be a minor issue now, but the main thing is my domain mail is now useable again. *yay* . Needless to say, bots are bad things. The mail will be monitored over the next few weeks to check if all is well. *sigh-of-relief*

In celebration of Scotland’s Burns, here is a wee poem on the consequences of eating the endangered Haggis

TAE A FERT

Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie,
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie.
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin,
There sterts to stir an enormous wind.

The neeps and tatties and mushy peas,
Stert workin like a gentle breeze.
But soon the puddin’ wi the sauncie face,
Will have ye blawin’ all ower the place.

Nae matter whit ye try tae dae,
A’bodys gonnae have tae pay.
Even if ye try to stifle,
It’s like a bullet oot a rifle.

Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair,
Tae try and stop the leakin’ air.
Shift yersel frae cheek tae cheek,
Pray tae God it doesny reek.

But aw yer efforts go assunder,
Oot it comes – a clap o’ thunder.
Ricochets aroon the room,
Michty me, a sonic boom!

God almighty it fairly reeks,
Hope I huvnae pooed ma breeks!
Tae the loo I better scurry,
Aw who cares, its no ma worry.

A’body roon aboot me chokin,
Wan or two are nearly bokin.
I’ll feel better for a while,
Cannae help but raise a smile.

“Wis him!” I shout with accusin’ glower,
Alas too late, he’s just keeled ower!
“Ye dirty thing!” they shout and stare,
I don’t feel welcome any mair.

Where ere ye go let yer wind gang free,
Sounds like just the job fur me.
Whit a fuss at Rabbie’s perty,
Ower the sake o’ wan wee ferty!!!

–Unknown

Very seldomly I rant about things. Today I feel I need to rant. After a very bumpy and unpleasant flight from Luton to Glasgow I was met with a huge queue when I wanted to retrieve my car. The problem was that the machines taking payment for the parking machines were not accepting credit card or Scottish bank notes. This was a major inconvenience as almost _everyone_ wanted to pay with Scottish notes or credit cards!!!. Both levels of machines were affected. So I joined the queue of very irate people. Of course, the problem was also at the exit booms because it seems that the tickets that did get issued were void and were not letting people out!! A cock-up of note it seems. After what seemed like an eternity, I paid my parking (£21.50) with cash. Now the simple thing of driving out and go home. Wrong. Traffic jam with the aforementioned exit booms. *GRRR*. After about 10 or so minutes, the guys came out and just lifted the barriers and let all the people drive through REGARDLESS if they paid or not!!! I was livid. Oh well, revenge of the NCP people…