Is it Monday again?

Here's a radical change: managed breakfast this morning. After a fashion. Still feeling groggy; maybe there's something narcotic in roofing tar fumes?

Investigations proceed apace; glad they like my work, not so glad that the assignment ends Friday. Necessary influx of cash, to cover some expenses; hopefully will be able to find something more permanent somewhere down the line.

If all goes well, may even consider planning a weekend trip to Chicago, see the Yankees at Wrigley Field. Lots of things have to go well first, though. Actually, haven't been to Chicago since 1988, when I was looking at colleges, and University of Chicago was on my medium list. (Still remember the day when I came home from school to be greeted by my brother: "You didn't get into Princeton." Frellnik had opened the letter responding to my early-admission application.)

*sigh* Today ... just feels like I'm grinding.

More later.

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Spam busting

I've decided to take a new tack on spam. Someone got hold of my addy and is starting to send out porn spam and marketing dren to my account.

The latest one left a telephone number to call, and I'm taking advantage of it - none of these automated systems where you give out your address and pray they're honest about removing it. No, I am going to try and get a person on the line. And pry out of them where they got my address. And a contact number for those people. And exact a promise to remove my addy from their list.

I'm gonna keep a record of this, I think. Notes as it happens. And I figure if I put it up here as it happens, it will create a nice paper trail.

Anyway.

The offender was identified as Mark, addy hqcwric627@hotmail.com - contact telephone (877) 284-8258, remove-me telephone (888) 529-1703.

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Odds and ends

Telephones don't ring in this establishment. They play music, they chirp, they go off like a trombone simulating a parent from "Peanuts" ... anyone remember those? But they don't give off a simple ring.

Off-kilter thoughts on a day that's suddenly gone totally blah.

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It's where all the interesting people go.

According to the test...

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Extreme
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Low
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Some of the questions seemed kinda front-loaded to a particular belief system. But what the hey. I always believed in what Dire Straits sang: "Two men say they're Jesus? One of them must be wrong!"

But which one? Or maybe both?

There's too many mutually exclusive religions out there, and I distrust anyone without enough sense to consider they might be wrong.

Besides, I know plenty of people who deserved to go to heaven, but who would be turned away at the gate because they weren't the "right" religion.

And if they can't get into heaven, then heaven's no place I want to be.

My two cents' worth.

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