Posted: March 2nd, 2009 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: grousing, scientifics | 1 Comment »
So I have pretty much decided that the scientists who came up with the whole “Global Warming” scam are actually full of shit. I mean, all that data they came up with seemed pretty reasonable (automotive emissions, green house gases, ozone holes, etc), but there is one simple question that none of these Poindexters can seem to answer honestly — “Why does it stay colder LONGER each Spring?”
If the globe was actually warming then I would be warmer, right? No, in fact, I am colder. Thus, science is wrong. And this is why each February I want to move to the Equator.
Posted: January 19th, 2008 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: computers, grousing, sorrow | 4 Comments »
The advertisement from Apple says “So advanced, it practically installs itself.” What a load of garbage! Here is the story of my nightmarish upgrade to Mac OS X 10.5 (Leopard).
Before we even begin, I have to own up to my culpability for not ensuring I had full and complete system backups before beginning the software upgrade. In my defense, I did not have sufficient external disk drive space to perform this backup, otherwise I would have done so. And while I have seen glitches and issues with Apple upgrades in the past, I have never experienced complete, total, catastrophic data loss. Now I know what true suffering feels like…
The new Mac OS X release “Leopard” came out while I was accepting a new job and moving across the country, thus it wasn’t a good time to perform an operating system upgrade. So I waited. It wasn’t until I had settled into my new town and was learning the ropes at my new job that I felt the urge to see what all the fuss was about. November 12th was that fateful day. A day that will live in infamy as far as I’m concerned. I had three years of customizations and perfected settings in my 10.4 Tiger system and was concerned about losing those settings. I should have been a lot more concerned.
I have been having data storage problems lately, as my music library grows well over 300 Gigabytes in size and my movie collection is easily 100 Gigabytes or more. Currently I cannot afford to purchase more external disk drives and the idea of burning everything onto DVDs is about as appealing as unnecessary root canals. I had as much as possible copied onto my external hard drive, but there was not enough free space to make a current copy of my user directory or the all important ~/Library directory (hint: your email lives here if you use Mail.app). Like I stated above, I’d seen some funky behavior at upgrade time in the past, but never had everything destroyed.
My main system drive is 500 GB, which in real terms means 465 GB. At the time, I was using 460 GB on this disk. The first Leopard upgrade attempt failed because there was not enough disk space to install the new operating system. So I grudgingly deleted a few crappy movies and other random files of lesser importance. Once I had about 7 GB of free space, I chose the most minimalist upgrade option and the installer told me it would need just under 5 GB of disk space. I figured “No problem! I’ve got at least 2 GB to spare.” This was where my thinking was terribly, terribly wrong.
On a fast system, the average time to upgrade an OS is about 20-25 minutes. Mac OS X likes to perform a system analysis before actually beginning the upgrade and this can run a couple of minutes tops. Well, it was stuck in an “Analyzing system” state for a good hour or so before even beginning the install process. This was my first clue that something was going awry. I assume it was indexing all the files on my hard drive during that time, but it should have stopped itself at some point with a message akin to “Dude, your hard drive is too full. This upgrade is going to make your data toast.” Instead, it ran the disk through a grinder for hours and hours — always telling me that it was 99% installed and “1 minute from finishing installation.”
After four or five hours of waiting and praying that this wasn’t the end of my happiness, I called my friend Ian in a panic. It was the middle of the night where he was, but I had an emergency! He nervously tried to offer trouble shooting advice from thousands of miles away and we finally conceded that my only option was to power the box down and pray for the best. Well, the power up was a bit shaky with screen resolution doing some crazy things and it seemed like it took 10 minutes to boot (but was probably closer to 5 minutes). Behold! A login prompt!!
From the first moment I logged in, the machine was exhibiting bizarre behavior. Lots of GUI errors and things jiggling and fritzing with no correlation to user input. My data was still there, however, and I was now running a Leopard system. But the instability bugged me and I wondered if there was an Apple patch to deal with issues on freshly installed systems. I don’t remember checking available disk space, but if I had to guess, the main drive only had a couple of MB left free. Foolishly, I went to Software Update and commanded it to heal thyself. This was a bad idea.
Had I known what lie ahead, I would have gone immediately to the all-night external disk drive store and purchased an emergency drive (you can always return it in the morning, right?). So, the PowerMac hurled and wheezed and spun its wheels for hours downloading Apple patches and filling up the remainder of space on my drive. Then it wouldn’t boot. At all. Like nothing. Nada. Blue screen of “You’re a dumbass.” And with that, all my years of diligently acquired data were gone. I spent more hours into the wee morning trying to access it, perhaps boot it as a firewire target drive, anything. All to no avail. My Mac was gone. I was making the sad Mac face. Well, it was more like the completely exhausted and utterly pissed Mac face. I had to go to work in, like, three hours.
The next day I sat at work completely disgusted with myself. I ran over every data recovery scenario in my head and thought of my mistakes along the way. As you can see, I am taking most of the blame for this royal screw-up, but I still refute Apple’s claim that Leopard is “So easy to install, a monkey could do it.” It told me that it needed 5 GB of disk space. I had 7 GB of available disk space. At no point did it say, “Oh yeah, we was just kidding about the 5 GB claim. ABORT! ABORT!!” That error message would have been a welcome sight compared to losing all my files.
So here is the post mortem: I lost ten years of meticulously archived and sorted email. TEN YEARS! A folder for each friend, family member, business contact, you name it. All gone. This has burned my britches the most. I am sad that there are people I will probably never hear from again and I have no real way to contact them without an email address. I lost every single imaginable system preference, saved password, application customization — basically anything that helped me work better, harder, faster, stronger. I lost every single file I had added in the month prior to November 12th. That was hundreds of MP3 files, quite a few movies, lots of personal photographs, and many text files with notes about important shit that I have now forgotten. The frustration, at times, has been too much to bear. Oh, and I also lost all my applications — the things that enabled me to make websites and edit photos and record music and do just about anything. All gone.
November 2007 was one of the saddest months of my life because of this data loss. All thanks to a wonky OS installer that told LIES! Lesson learned: NEVER TRUST AN APPLE UPGRADE! Now I don’t want to have any data on my machine at all. I am looking for a network file server solution to house all my important data and I’ll just keep current working projects on my workstation — with regular backups, of course. I don’t know what is embarrassing in other lines of work, but when you are paid to do computer work and you completely hose your home system it is more than egg on your face. It is like a Denver omelette with jalapenos and motor oil all over your face. I felt like I had been Jackassed and Punk’d and Flip This House’d all into one. Total Lame-Tard status.
Anyway, in case you’ve been wondering what I’ve been doing with myself over the past few months, I can tell you I’ve been working a lot. And in the few hours I’m not eating, sleeping or working, I am tiring endlessly to restore my system to the state it was in before November 12th. I am now living in a post-11/12 world and it is painful and terrifying. Never forget November 12, 2007. The day I lost my data and all related happiness. That is my tale of the tragistrophic Leopard upgrade. I hope it didn’t happen to you!
As a final note, I want to plug Joe Kissell and his amazing work on the Take Control series of eBooks for Macintosh. This guy is awesome and historically I have purchased every version of his “Upgrade to [new OS X version]” eBook ever published. This time I was in a hurry and look what happened. I should have bought his eBook, read its contents, meditated on the Kissell koans and then hired a shaman to do my upgrade. If you try to tell me there is a better person out there writing about Mac upgrades, then I will beat your ass. Capiche?
Posted: September 6th, 2007 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: grousing, life | 1 Comment »
The new kitchen cabinets arrived exactly a week ago. In that time, they have taken up a lot of space in my living room and done nothing for the storage/organizational potential of my kitchen. Although Lowe’s promised a ‘cradle-to-grave’ sort of project management, I have had to chase them around at each stage and make literally dozens of phone calls each week. No one ever calls you back and when you call them, you can expect to be on-hold for hours. Courtesy is not the hallmark of the construction industry and its associated building services.
One cabinet was built incorrectly and somehow got past Quality Control. Another cabinet and a piece of toekick molding did not show up at all. I now have to wait another week for those to show up before they will even schedule my install. Want to re-do a home? Here is my advice. Save yourself a lot of trouble and worry — Never renovate anything! Just buy something functional that you can afford. Otherwise you may wind up with more problems than you’ve got time to solve.
Posted: November 27th, 2006 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: grousing, health | 1 Comment »
I had so much planned for the Thanksgiving holiday weekend — so many things to get done before December. Then came the sore throat, the stuffy head, the fever, the chills, the body aches and pains. So, my weekend was blown. Since Friday I’ve been huddled indoors coughing and blowing my nose. It has been a most unpleasant holiday weekend. And the whole time I’m thinking of all the stuff I haven’t been able to complete.
Sure, I’ve tried to get some things done, but I have found that is nearly impossible. My head hurts too much to get any reading done and my body is too weak to accomplish much else. It requires all of my reserve energy to take the dog out to the bathroom two or three times per day. People keep telling me to rest and drink liquids, but that isn’t much consolation when you’ve been robbed of the only legitimate 4-day weekend of the entire year.
Everytime I feel this way I bemoan the fact that with all the science, progress and innovation in the world that we are still unable to cure a simple cold. Is it a cold? Is it the flu? I don’t know and I don’t care. All I know is that I feel like crap and that no doctor on the planet can help me feel better. I used to waste the energy to seek out medical treatment for this type of thing, but after 20 odd years of trying I have given up. Medical doctors are about as helpful when you are sick as talking to a cab driver — plus you have their exorbitant fees (and the inconvenience) to put up with for them to say “There is not a lot I can do. Go home and rest.”
Regardless of how much I despise being ill, I am trying to find anything positive in the experience. One big plus from the weekend is the discovery of Mark Kozelek. While watching Steve Martin’s new film Shopgirl, I noticed this amazing touring band in many scenes called “Hot Tears.” So I went to talk to my good friend Google and discovered that this band does not even exist. I was, like, totally sad. But then I found this Kozelek guy and the bands he has been in before (Red House Painters, Sun Kil Moon) and was happy to know I could go buy some of his awesome songs.
I am also hoping to lose some weight while sick, since I’m eating roughly 1/3 of what I normally would in a day. That would be a major consolation prize for a week of illness. Please pray for me and send healthy vibes. Peace!
Posted: August 6th, 2006 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: computers, grousing | 8 Comments »
If you know me (even casually) then you know that I am pretty much obsessed with the Macintosh line of Apple Computers. I was working on Apple IIe machines when I was about 8 years old and I was there in 1984 hanging around UNC Student Stores so I could produce my Sixth Grade book reports on the first Macintoshes. I used the Mac labs pretty exclusively while attending Auburn University and have always felt happier and more productive using a Mac.
I did lose touch with the Mac family a bit in the late 1990’s when I went to work in the IT sector and found that no one had ever heard of Macs. That world was dominated by Windows (on the user end) and Unix/VMS (on the backend). This was an ugly time of adjustment when I realized that the most dominant operating system on Earth was an insecure, unstable, kludgy hacked piece of crap. I know people keep saying “But Windows is getting better!” however I liken that to putting lipstick on a pig and calling her “pretty.” If you have the richest, most powerful computer company in the world, then you can afford to build the best products. Microsoft is so far from that goal that they have to throw chairs around the office just to make themselves feel better.
Anyway, back to Macintosh. So I was utterly relieved and filled with joy when in 2001 I heard about the advent of Mac OS X — a gorgeous merger of the Mac user interface with the clearly superior BSD Mach kernel Unix sub-structure. Gone were the days of OS 7 and OS 8 limited network functionality or the OS 9 stability nightmare. Finally, a responsive, beautiful system that I could actually put to work as a Unix Administrator. Goodbye, CDE! (There are many haters out there who talk sh!t about the Mach kernel and other aspects of OS X, but to them I say “Build a better OS and I’ll buy it.”) I had my boss order me a G4 PowerBook and off I went, browsing into the computer bliss sunset.
This was when all the problems began. The first machine was a lemon. I’m talking severe hardware problems, continual system shutdowns and bi-hourly OS seizures. It took quite a bit of arguing through Fall 2001 to get Apple to acknowledge the problem, but eventually they relented and sent me a new PowerBook. That machine is still going strong, used regularly, and sitting on my desk waiting for me to greet it tomorrow morning. But I learned a valuable lesson from this experience — ALWAYS buy the AppleCare Protection Program for any Apple item you purchase. Without AppleCare, their attitude is basically the same as a disreputable used car salesman. If you have problems after the purchase, they don’t know who you are and they don’t care.
For years I was left wondering if maybe I had just had a bad experience and that they “got it right” most of the time. Sadly, I must report that this was not the case and that five years later not much has improved in this department. Sure, Wil Wheaton is willing to tow the party line and talk about how incredibly awesome Apple service is, but I’m not willing to be bought out by “The Man.” Both in person and online I have found countless instances of folks being completely screwed by Apple because of faulty products and even worse service. I can forgive a few lemons when you are the vanguard of innovation, but bad service? Sorry that is for fast food employees, not IT professionals.
It is bad enough to add a $150-$350 “service tax” to every machine that you sell, but then to turn around and provide lousy service for customers who shelled out the bucks to be covered is like a slap in the face.
Case in point (of which I can cite many ), last Fall I got a new G5 iMac at work to supplement my aging G4 PowerBook. The machine ran quite well from October 2005 until April 2006. At that point, it randomly began “just turning itself off.” I would notice when I arrived at the office in the morning that my machine was powered off and wonder “Did the cleaning service unplug my machine?” And then over the next few days I discovered that something was very, very wrong with the power units within this machine.
By mid-April the box would suddenly power itself down while I was in the middle of composing an email or ssh’ing into a server I was working on. You can imagine how frustrating, not to mention productivity-sapping this was. The first approach was to deal with (and I’m putting this kindly) the ham-fisted, crap-attitude dickwad who acts as the Apple service person for our university. This guy seemed to get off on accusing me of making up the problem because he “couldn’t get it to do it” while it was in his care for 24 hours. Well, I’m sorry, but I did mention that the behavior was intermittent.
I heard a lot of hemming and hawing about parts being on back order and over the course of three weeks he made 2 failed attempts to repair the machine. The first was to re-image the hard drive, thus erasing months of work on my machine which unfortunately had not been backed up. Then the whole backplane/motherboard was replaced to no avail. We were deep into May and I still didn’t have a functional machine.
Finding no satisfaction with on-campus Apple representatives, I had to step up my approach and begin contacting Apple directly. (Remember, the 3-year AppleCare Protection Plan had been purchased, so they had no excuse to deny service). Well, this was nothing more than a run around where every few days I would get passed off to another AppleCare person because the guy they had put me in touch with “couldn’t help me.” I would make phone call after phone call and send in-depth technical emails again and again trying to get someone within Apple to give a damn.
By this point I was steamed and only requesting a replacement machine, but about two weeks into my hounding they “decided to contact me” and refused to take the machine back without one more attempt at repair. Two days later a black helicopter landed atop Davis Library and out popped William, obviously a highly-skilled technician from their crack ops team. In about 45 minutes he replaced both the power supply and the power inverter. (At this point, most of the computer had been removed and replaced.) We booted the iMac and watched it operate for about one minute before he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. I assume he choppered back to NORAD or wherever Apple keeps the flying monkey army.
Not 10 minutes after his departure, the machine powered itself off again. This time, like all the other times, I tried to boot the hardware diagnostics cd-rom and the box would spin and spin. Finally, I re-installed OS X and upon install reboot, the machine blue screened… Never to return. That was the beginning of June, roughly two full months after the problems started.
More phone calls to Apple reps. More voice mails saying they’d “love to help me, but couldn’t” and lots more non-returned emails and calls. Finally, one day while I was at lunch, someone from Apple called my office and said they were sending an RMA out to have the dead iMac returned. They also said “Once we receive the bad machine, we can send you a replacement.” Wow. If we have anything go wrong with any of our Dell hardware, we usually have a replacement part or machine within roughly four hours. Not bad Apple — only took two and a half months.
What is the point of my bitching? I’ll tell ya. Over the past three years or so, I have spent almost $25,000 of my own money on Apple machines because I believe they are the best personal workstations currently made today. I have referred friends and clients to Apple thinking I was doing them a favor by leading them away from the virus-prone and clunky interface of “that other company.” I have either bought or sold so much Apple hardware and software that they should compensate me with a manufactured home in Malibu with a nice view of the Pacific. And, for my machines and others, I always stress “Buy the AppleCare Protection Program or you’re f****d.” Now I’m starting to think that you are fscked even if you do buy AppleCare.
So you are the underdog. So you have a stranglehold on the digital music player market. So you want to convince the world that you build handsome, highly-functional devices. So someday you might like to garner more than 3 percent of the computer marketshare. Well, why are you letting us all down with such lackluster service? Seriously? In 2006 I’ve had more friends and family members tell me they would never buy an Apple product ever again after bad experiences with Apple service personnel. I have been humiliated by an “Apple Expert” in my local Apple Store because he thought he was a comedian and that my hardware problems “weren’t that bad.” I have been avoided by AppleCare employees to the point that I thought they had entered into the Witness Protection Program.
This is not simply the mumblings of a loud-mouthed malcontent hell-bent on rattling a few cages. No, instead I am a seriously disappointed customer who, by the nature of my trade and reputation, advises a lot of folks what to buy when they are looking for a personal computer. I also get to make decisions about what machines are purchased for use within my organization. Many people respect my technological opinion and, unfortunately for Apple, my long-held positive opinion of Macintosh is changing. Next time I think about dropping more than $8,000 on a home development workstation I will be checking a lot more websites than just www.apple.com.
Posted: March 13th, 2006 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: automotive, grousing, local | 4 Comments »
Forget about Freaky Friday (which we experienced about a week ago). Forget about incantations and the voodoo hex. Forget about “Signs of the Beast” and other tales of the Boogeyman. The real danger is in numbers. Number 13, for example.
From the “I knew I shouldn’t have left the house today” files:
After a really awesome weekend of sleep, exercise and quality time with friends, family and beloved pet, I awoke this Monday morning ready to take on the world. I was even poised to be “on time” for work, which in itself is a tiny miracle. But I knew I had to take care of one important thing before getting to the office.
Last week I missed the Mogwai concert at the Cat’s Cradle because I was too lazy to get a ticket and travel five blocks to the venue. This was a tragedy, and not one I wanted to repeat. So I knew I would be hard-pressed to find an available ticket to Tuesday night’s Silver Jews show (also at the incredible, amazing, possibly-best-dive-bar-venue-in-the-entire-South Cat’s Cradle).
Of course, I tried CD Alley first because they are my favorite Local Indie Record Store (LIRS). It was before 10 AM and their store was still bathed in last night’s darkness and the employee sitting behind the counter had the unmistakable “Dude, I’m not getting off this stool for another hour or so” look about him. Time was of the essence and I did not have spare time to dick around with slackers and their humiliating excuse for business hours.
So, against my better judgement and without (perhaps) fully thinking things through, I proceeded up Franklin Street to the evil empire Schoolkids Records. Dun-Dun-Duunnn!! Why malign Schoolkids you ask? How is the ‘evil empire’ comment permissible? Oh, only because they’ve been run by the biggest lame-o elitist music pricks for the last decade or so. No hard feelings on my end. (I hate those assholes).
Putting aside my personal hatred of this shrine to hoighty-toighty Indie snob “values” I went inside and begged the chap behind the counter for a Silver Jews ticket. Thankfully, this guy was about 45 or so and was obviously not as indoctrinated in the “Be a shithead to our customers” mentality prevalent at Schoolkids and he was actually a real pleasure to deal with. He kindly sold me the last ticket they had to the show and we chatted about 20 seconds before I raced to save my vehicle from a standard issue Chapel Hill ticketing and/or towing.
I was parked in one of the service spots behind the Carolina Coffee Shop and was proud that my entire engagement with the record store took less than two minutes. My emotional index was bubbling over with happiness as I saw no immobilizer boot attached to my wheel, no meter-reading peace officer filling out a tiny “fuck you” letter for my windshield and no obese, cigarette-smoking sweaty guy exposing his asscrack as his leashed my car up to his tow truck. I had gotten my concert ticket and was about to make my glorious get-away. (Cue dark music)
This was when the reality (or should I say “unreality”) of Monday the Thirteenth set in. As soon as I put the car in reverse, I heard the noisy, belabored engine of a delivery truck making it’s way thru the narrow alley that leads behind the coffee shop. Like a sane person, I stopped my vehicle and waited. The huge white delivery truck took up the entire alleyway and, once blocking all paths in and out, proceeded to sit still for over two minutes. I had an inkling that the driver saw me and my back-up lights and decided to just chill out for a while. Actually, I didn’t know what he was doing, but supposed that he was waiting for the security gate to rise so he could pull into the University parking lot back there.
Finally the big truck lurched forward and I thought that the gate must have risen and the truck was moving along. I took this opportunity to quickly back into the mini-intersection and before I could put the transmission in Drive to move forward, the eye-level rear bumper of the delivery truck crashed into my passenger side.
I was in shock considering the combinatory stupidity that led us to this collision, but the Hispanic immigrant acting as delivery driver thought it a good idea to jump out of his vehicle and begin brow-beating me into accepting blame for the incident. Now, I’ve been in enough car collisions to know that you shouldn’t just accept blame for any accident. Instead, the scene really needs to be looked at by a police officer and judged by a third party. After trying to calmly discuss things with the driver for a minute or two, I got tired of his hard-ball approach to fault assignment and phoned both my insurance company and the Chapel Hill police. He also refused to provide me any information related to him, the truck and the owner of the truck.
Roughly 30 minutes later, the police arrived and handled things very professionally and very quickly. Thankfully, they wrote up a police report so I get to drop by the police department tomorrow and pay $2.00 for a copy of it. Hopefully I can get in touch with the owner of the truck and their insurance company to file a claim for repair. Otherwise I will have to pretty much pay for the repair out-of-pocket (to avoid a $500 deductible and the surety of having my auto insurance premiums rise).
What a way to start off my week. Thanks a lot, Thirteen.
Posted: November 19th, 2005 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: grousing, sorrow | 1 Comment »
Seriously, they got rid of Clinton for getting head from an intern and they won’t get rid of this guy? What a fucking joke. Wake up, America! You have an illiterate douchebag running your country!!
Posted: October 5th, 2005 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: grousing | 1 Comment »
US prepared to use (Ed: remaining? dwindling?) military might to battle Avian Bird Flu abroad.
General Fitz-Christ announced that the winning strategy would be to send troops to where the birds are fighting now (namely China and other poorly sanitized third world nations) in order to “create an Avian Bird Flu Vacuum,” very similar to our successful insurgent containment strategy in Iraq.
Two-thirds of Senate members were initially unsure of the correct spelling of “avian influenza.” Thankfully a 20-year old IT intern was able to locate SpellCheck functionality in the Senator’s Word program. Democratic crisis averted.
“Ummm.. Yes! A question from the man in the yellow hat!”
Panic gripping Washington almost faintly reminiscent of Widespread Panic in New Orleans. Bechtel and Halliburton handed exclusive no-bid contracts to deal with panic outbreak in the nation’s capitol.
“Jesus Christ. The Americans are sending their Army into another unsolvable quagmire again.” says Canada.
Posted: August 15th, 2005 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: grousing | No Comments »
You really should read this excellent article by Tom Engelhardt, Cindy, Don and George. That is, if you can stomach any more info about our catastrophically failing “war.” I have included relevant links from the article below.
Posted: May 1st, 2005 | Author: dave m. | Filed under: grousing, interwebby | No Comments »
Well, someone had to finally go and do it — prove they’re an asshole, that is. Some poor excuse for a human being hiding behind a bunch of fake email addresses (each including the name “john”) decided that my weblog didn’t have enough comment spam and proceeded to begin a digital assault on my web site. They were coming in at a rate of around 8 per hour and were from library terminals somewhere in Georgia, as well as some presumably hacked IPs up North. All this so he could advertise his stupid “online casino.” (That link is just Google Bombing as I was told to do.) Apparently, this new trend in stupidity is effecting just about everyone who puts content on the net.
So, first I had to scramble to find out how to brute-force disable comments for my site. Then I was told I had to read each and every detail for each and every fucking comment spam plug-in on the face of Earth in order to solve my problem. Sheesh! C’mon, guys!! Pick the two or three most valuable and throw ’em at the top. Let the nitpicking stand for those who have time enough to nitpick. I’m not even half-way thru reading the mountain of information required to keep spam from infesting your WordPress installation. (I doubt the majority of us are interested in all these esoteric features anyway.)
Since this was Sunday afternoon and I had a lot more important things to do, all commenting is currently disabled on this site. First these low-IQ assholes had to ruin email, now they’re trying to do the same thing with any other type of information/communication portal. This is why I strongly believe that the only proper punishment for email and comment spammers is to be dragged behind a pickup truck at 60 MPH for 15 or 20 miles. And it should all be on TV for other potential spammers to watch. If this were passed into law, I would be so elated that I might actually start going to church again.
UPDATE: I guess if you actually do want to post a comment, you could email it to me and I could put it up. If you can’t figure out how to email me, then I’m worried for both of us.