More spam highlights

It's been a while since I last favoured you all with fascinating details of the roughly 500 unwanted messages that daily make it through to my last line of defense.

Herewith, a summary of recent developments.

I, like some other people, have been enjoying the emissions of the (I presume) single pharmacy spammer who has hit upon a way to send messages which appeal to every possible consumer. Half of his spams have the subject line "This is not for idiots". The other half, magnificently, have "Not for oversmart people".

I've also had a lot of those weird "...goes bra-less" spams, promoting some ad-laden "news" site that just copies content from other sites. Entertainingly, the spammers' list of names of nubile starlets to put at the start of the "...goes bra-less" subject line includes Barbra Streisand.

I've also been pleased to receive a dodgy link scheme e-mail from someone who may be headed for fame in the Expert Sex Change/Penis Land/The Rapist Finder stakes; he's got a "very authentic directory" which "generates a high volume of qualified traffic" (even though most of its categories are empty...), and he decided to call it beontopranking-google.com.

It took me a while to figure out that he meant that to read Be On Top Ranking Google, rather than Be Onto Pranking Google, which I admit doesn't scan very well, but is singularly appropriate for someone who's sending link-to-me spam.

(This "domain name confusion" subject even has a Leo Stoller connection. It's a small world, isn't it?)

I'm not actually particularly annoyed by the typical "link request" e-mail. It's simple, to the point, and hopeless, but I don't think there's anything wrong with asking for links, however worthless such schemes may be.

But I got five copies of a link request from one Philip Gahan of the internationally unrenowned OrBay Online Auctions, who've confidently decided that the only thing on Dan's Data is my review of the Aeropress coffee maker, and thereby included a link to dansdata.com on one of their numerous, and tiny, "Home and Garden" directory pages.

(One of the other links on that page at the moment is helpfully titled "Dantechnology DE ANTONI:macchine per smerigliatura e pulitura. Linishing and polishing machine. - pulitura, smerigliatura, brillantatura, carteggiatura,lucidatura pulire, smerigliare, carteggiare, brillantare, cromatura,cromare, rubinetto, rubinetti, maniglia, maniglie, pentole, cucchiaio, posate, posata,robot, robotica, automazione, automatismo, tavola, macchina, campana, campane,polish,polishing,grind,grinding,bell,buffing,finishing,taps,handle , lavorazioni , meccanica, subfornitura ,linishing, pots,pans,lids,fiera,faucets, fiere,exhibition".)

Honourable mention: Whoever it was who thought that because this letters column has a letter with the title "Drive saunas", my site must therefore be an ideal candidate for a link swap with a company that makes hot tubs.

And while I'm at it: Hello to the gibbering nitwits at SalesUniversal (dot com), who think I'm in the market for their "Business List of 88,000+ business contacts across Arizona state", and to the drooling lackwits at SlipStreamVideo (dot com), who've sent me a number of messages saying "We're interested in representing your product in the marketplace", without revealing to me what product they believe I am selling.

I mean, you can kind of understand the endless flow of Chinese commercial spam; lots of people seem to think I'm one of the world's major LED, LCD and magnet retailers, thanks to my high PageRanks for those search terms.

That still doesn't really excuse the spammer who sent me two copies of their "Lighting Fixture Chandeliers Hotels Projects" message, though. At least they broke up the stream of identical messages "FROM MR GABRIEL NWAKEZE22".

MR NWAKEZE22's intriguing financial proposition was, to be fair, more appealing than the one from one David de Hilster, whose somewhat novel theory that Einstein Was Wrong (and that E actually equals MC cubed...) has, apparently, spawned a documentary pithily titled "Einstein Wrong - The Miracle Year".

The documentary is "about a suburban house wife who takes on the icon of 20th century physics to see if in fact relativity is wrong", it's shot and in the can, it "has two Oscar-winning distributors interested in the project"... but it's still in search of an Executive Producer.

(By which they mean, someone willing to give them a lot of money.)

Other points of light in the river of mud have included:

One message with the subject line "hey [Unknown Tag *$rname* Please Fix]!".

A fake-watches spam which not only informed me that "Celebrities wear Rolex's" and "Millionaires wear Rolex's" but also that "Jesus would wear a Rolex".

Colon-cleanse spam which alleged "The longer your body is exposed to rotting food in your intestines, the greater the risk of toxic build up!" That text is apparently plagiarised from this patent application, of all things.

And, in conclusion, I'm also the proud recipient of an endless stream of bounce messages from stupidly configured mail servers, which assume that spam whose "From" line is "VIAGRA ™ Official Site <dan@dansdata.com>" must actually be from me.

These servers usually seem to be in the funny little two-character-TLD areas of the Internet - .ua, .fm, that kind of thing. And the addresses that're bouncing are usually more glimpses of the uncleaned grease-trap that is the average spammer's address list.

Just the other day I received three very helpful Delivery Status Notification (Failure) messages telling me that the messages "I" had sent to anal-sex@aluar.yu-yake.com, anal@inet.ua and anal@ua.fm had failed.

The icing on this particularly delectable cake was that the bounces - regarding addresses at domains registered in Japan, the Ukraine and the USA, respectively - all came "from" postmaster@adstechinc.com. That's a company that makes electronic medical records software, and your guess is as good as mine about why its name's being tacked onto farflung spam errors.

Rugose squamous pathos

If you, like me, are a cynical depressive type, you should probably not read about the latest adventures of the luckless Mr Tehn.

Oh, sure, in Lovecraft books people who look like him are always rising from the too-deep mines by night to claim the sanity of mortal men, or getting up to NSFW hi-jinks with Japanese schoolgirls.

But that's all just racist nonsense that completely ignores the very real plight of the tentacled abomination in today's world.

Poor Mr Tehn.

At least, if this previous strip is to be believed, he has a cat.

(Now, those Schlorbians - they have a ball.)

(And please allow me to repeat my strong recommendation of Tim Kreider's two books.)

It's all fun and games until someone gets sued

Technology Associates, whose Web site is the somewhat unfortunately named techass.com, were some of the first makers of commercial LED flashlights. I reviewed several of their products.

They haven't come up with anything much new for a while, but their one new-ish product - which has actually been around for more than a year now, but which I only just discovered - was worth waiting for.

It's got the same control electronics in it as their perfectly good little "Derringer"...

Technology Associates flashlight

...but it's got a crank charger.

So they decided to honour one of the world's premiere cranks by calling it... the GeneRay X1!

I invite you all to submit, in the comments, your suggestions for other products that should be named after a celebrity.

Another milestone reached

I'm happy to say that I have now contributed an article to that supreme productivity-reducer, the TV Tropes wiki.

I've done little edits there in the past, but never had the chance to create an article. But a couple of days ago I noticed that they didn't have an article on one of the staples of sci-fi TV and movies: The Ridiculously Dense Asteroid Field.

So I made one. It's already been considerably improved by other users.

More whiskers

Apropos of this post, my sister also has a shed-cat-whisker storage unit.

Another whisker storage unit

Hers is tougher than ours.

At least it's not from the Prime Minister

One of the simplest ways to get yourself a sample of the current crop of spam is by using a "spamtrap" e-mail address. Such an address is not advertised as being a way to contact anyone, but is visible to spammers' automatic address harvesters. You can, for instance, put such an address on a Web page with the foreground and background text colours set the same, so that no human can even see it when reading the page normally.

Because I write the I/O letters column for Atomic magazine here in Australia (and reprint it on Dan's Data six months after paper publication), I get to see all of the spam that makes it through the filters on the io@atomicmpc.com.au address. The I/O address isn't a true spam trap, since it has a real purpose, but it's certainly not subscribing to any mailing lists.

Recently, io@atomicmpc.com.au has been receiving regular press releases from the Citizens Electoral Council of Australia, which is the local branch of Lyndon LaRouche's completely sensible and entirely not batshit insane political task force.

Most recently, these messages have informed me that the only thing standing between us and the complete financial collapse of Western society is LaRouche's Homeowners and Bank Protection Act of 2007, which includes a number of modest proposals along the lines of nationalising the entire US financial industry.

That seems simple enough. I'm sure that right after George W Bush and Dick Cheney finish having gay sex on live TV, they'll get right onto making it happen.

Woe betide the world if they ignore Lyndon's predictions, after all. Remember how his pan-ethnic street gangs conquered the USA in 1973? Remember how domestic terrorism tore the USA apart in the Reagan years? And, of course, everybody knows that the British Royal Family are drug pushers!

(A bit of a long walk to the joke, but worth it, I think.)

It's possible that I'm only getting the LaRouche spam because the Citizens Electoral Council are still rockin' a 1994-era mailing list system that doesn't send a confirmation e-mail, and someone subscribed io@atomicmpc.com.au as a joke. (Ah, for a return to those halcyon days when you could effortlessly subscribe anyone you liked to dozens of random newsletters...)

I wouldn't be surprised if they just bought a "Press" e-mail list or ran their own Web-page troller, though.

The error message Olympics

The Error'd series on what-used-to-be-TheDailyWTF occasionally features some magnificently huge error boxes. I think the second one in this post has to be the record-holder: A standard Windows error box, 401 by 737 pixels in size.

I, however, quite often see one with 3.8% more area, and even less usefulness.

When the server that supports the excellent Pennypacker Penny-Arcade-indexing Firefox extension is down, the extension becomes unhappy.

It, then, serves you up with not one but two of these petite little beauties...

Pennypacker error

...every time you look at a PA comic page.

That's 683 by 449 pixels, folks.

And feel the quality!

They seek config here, they seek config there...

My recent reinstall reacquainted me with the delightfully varied places in which Windows programs keep their configuration settings.

In the olden days, you knew where the config files were. Old DOS programs didn't necessarily have config info; you just gave 'em parameters on the command line, as the Great Beards intended.

When there were enough persistent settings to require separate configuration storage, you'd just have a text file called progname.cfg or something in the program directory. Easy.

Some programs still do this, even today. Blessed be the name of those programs, for you can often just run 'em from their directory and have everything work, whether or not you've ever run an installer for that program on your current Windows install.

But there are so many other places where Windows programs, in this modern age, may keep settings.

Some of them make their own directory in Documents and Settings\username\Local Settings\Application Data\, for instance.

Others use Documents and Settings\username\Application Data, just to keep you on your toes.

(Documents and Settings\username\Local Settings\Application Data also contains the XP IconCache.db file, deleting which can cure some weird icon problems. Or at least change them.)

And some programs, of course, tuck their settings away in the registry. Typically in some branch that'll have a different name when you reinstall, so you're thwarted even if you get all clever and "Export" that branch from regedit.

(I was quite proud of myself when I successfully edited the exported .reg file to put the settings for that one awkward program in the new long-nonsense-named registry branch.)

Some programs even decide to strike a blow for individualism by putting config files in the parched wasteland of My Documents. Cunning!

(Yes, I am aware that Mac OS X has one place where all of this stuff Must Be Kept, and Often Is. I agree unreservedly that just switching to a lovely trouble-free Mac would make settings transfer a great deal easier, by relieving me of many of the programs whose settings I would otherwise have to transfer, not to mention a substantial amount of the employment that so tiresomely requires me to use said applications.)

The whole installation-transfer adventure did have some bright patches. Some applications that look as if they ought to be a mass of horrible encrypted untransferable setting info actually aren't at all. Valve's "Steam" game download system, for instance, can trivially easily be ported from one Windows installation to another. Just install Steam on the new computer, then copy the (huge) steamapps folder from your old install to the new one. Done.

I even successfully exported and then re-imported the security certificates for the Australian-Government-issue Goods and Services Tax software, which isn't as legendarily bad as you might think but still doesn't inspire confidence that such a feat will actually be possible.

Oh - I'm also sure I'm not the first to be annoyed by all of the software companies who insist on making their install directory not Program Files\ThisProgram, but Program Files\CompuGlobalHyperMegaNet\ThisProgram, apparently because they assume you're going to be so impressed with ThisProgram that you'll buy a whole suite of other Compu-Global-Hyper-Mega-Net software, which must be kept in one directory for, um, neatness. Or something.

Later on, if you're trying to find the ThisProgram install directory (or even its entry on the Start menu, which will of course also be a company-named subdirectory), your eye will slide right over the CompuGlobalHyperMegaNet directory, because nobody outside CompuGlobalHyperMegaNet has any idea what the company is called.

The most outstanding example I've seen of this approach is from one Juan M. Aguirregabiria, whose programs, that's right, want to install themselves in Program Files\Juan M. Aguirregabiria\...

(And then the program of his that I tried had some DLL error or other and didn't even freakin' run.)