God Hates... Server Not Found

It is a black day for freedom of speech.

The destruction of the Library of Alexandria; the burning of "degenerate" books by the Nazis... and now this.

I shudder even to say it, but... The Westboro Baptist Church's globally renowned site, godhatesfags.com, has been taken down.

(I'm not kidding about the "renowned" part. Godhatesfags.com currently has a Google PageRank of 5. That's only one point lower than mine. And I'm fantastic.)

Wikipedia currently says that this terrible development is the fault of one "Iridius Izzarne of Seattle Washington", who complained to The Planet, Fred Phelps' Web hosts, about an Acceptable Use Policy violation.

If that's true (I'm going to go out on a limb and say that the complainant's name, at least, is not entirely kosher...), then the only part of it that surprises me is that it took this long.

The Planet's Acceptable Use Policy (PDF) prohibits any "data or content...which...constitutes a violation of any federal, state, local or international law".

Godhatesfags.com is one big hate-speech violation. The "international" part of the AUP makes this an open and shut case.

How long have The Planet been hosting Phelps' sites? Surely other people have complained?

(And yes, it is sites, plural. The similarly entertaining godhatesireland.com, godhatescanada.com and godhatessweden.com, Phelps' other sites which make clear his opinions about God's opinions about what Fred reckons are the most homo-friendly parts of the world, are also now down.)

This shouldn't be much of an obstacle for the Phelps', of course. There are plenty of hosting companies that'd be happy to take them on, either out of a fanatical devotion to free speech or because they already host a zillion spam servers and just don't give a shit as long as the cheques don't bounce.

I also presume that a family of lawyers like the Phelps' won't actually be dumb enough to complain about this horrible infringement of their free speech. Freedom of speech does not guarantee you the right to have your speech broadcast by any private entity.

(Ten thousand points go to anybody who can get Phelps to declare that this is all part of the Jewish banker/Muslim paedophile/Catholic sodomite conspiracy.)

Phelps, whose continued existence at the age of 77 testifies to the fact that neither God nor Satan wants Fred to get any closer to them, remains an absolute pearler of a test case for one's personal commitment to free speech. He's a stinking pustulent bubo on the buttocks of society, but he's got the same right to his beliefs, and right to state them in any even slightly decorous way, as everybody else.

I've got to say, though, that I wouldn't mind at all if Fred Phelps was just a gedankenexperiment.

Henge it yourself

I'd heard about the indomitable Wally Wallington before, but this clip...

...particularly caught my attention today, because only yesterday I took delivery of my copy of Moving Heavy Things.

Moving Heavy Things is a slim, short, wide volume that looks like a childrens' picture book. Although right sort of child would find it fascinating, it's actually a practical guide for adults who find themselves having to move whitegoods up stairs (or down them, which it turns out is often actually worse...), a boat up a beach, a barrel off a truck, or a piano just about anywhere.

With preparation, care, and imagination, Wally's living proof of the fact that it can be quite easy to perform feats that look, at first, as if they'd require assistance from aliens, a pissed-off Bruce Banner, or thousands of slaves.

Moving Heavy Things also has excellent illustrations. I highly recommend it.

(I have the feeling that Wally might make a good drinking buddy for Zawi Hawass, who's nominally the Secretary General of Egypt's Supreme Council of Antiquities, but whose day job actually seems to involve nothing but swatting pyramidiots on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper.)

Secret Life Of Machines update update!

A new, better-than-ever opportunity to watch Tim 'n' Rex's outstanding Secret Life Of Machines (previously mentioned here and here) has arrived:

The Exploratorium science museum has made every single episode available for straightforward download from their site!

[UPDATE: Or, at least, they did. There was unexpected demand, so they took the files down again. Their Webmaster quietly reinstated them in a different location for a while, but then word got out and he took 'em away agin. Never mind, though: I got them all, and made a torrent! The Exploratorium direct-download page came back up after the initial rush was over, so you should be able to get the episodes there now - but you might as well still give their server a break and use the torrent.]

There are QuickTime streaming versions which seem to be broken at the moment, but never mind those - the ones you want are the "iPhone" versions. They're standard iPhone video format (480 by 360 pixel, MPEG4 video, 128 kilobit AAC audio, M4V container), which is playable on PCs without much messing around. If you don't happen to have the right codecs and don't want to faff about installing QuickTime or something, just play 'em with the all-in-one VLC media player.

(The iPhone format is also 30 frames per second, not the 15fps of the old iPod Video format.)

I presume these rips are from the DVD edition, because they look a lot nicer than the VHS rips that've been doing the rounds before now. And they're less than 192Mb per episode, so all 18 episodes will fit with room to spare on one DVD-R.

Two teachers and a porn clerk

Many blogs let you look into the life of someone else. Sometimes that life is quite interesting. And sometimes that life is described with a combination of honesty and prurience which, I'm not ashamed to say, particularly appeals to me.

I can't quite pin down what it is, besides Not Safe For Workitude of one kind or another, that leads me to particularly enjoy these blogs over others. I mean, Random Acts Of Reality seems to contain all of the same ingredients, and I like it a lot, but it doesn't quite make it into the same category as these three:

I Am a Japanese School Teacher (first article here).

The Tard Blog, another tale of education against all odds (and also the quickest-to-read of the three, in case you'd like to try to get something else done today).

And the incomparable True Porn Clerk Stories.

About a trillion people already know about these, but I think there's a reasonable chance that even dedicated Net dorks aficionadoes haven't seen all three of them.

(If they're all new to you, you can of course completely kiss your productivity goodbye.)

The long career of Corporal Jonlan

Shamus (of the now-superseded DM of the Rings comic) has a post up about the joy of X-Com, a still-excellent game that you can now play for free on a $5 computer.

I managed to avoid the various X-Coms entirely, but I sank quite a few hours into X-Com's predecessor Laser Squad.

I made a sort of Zen meditation out of scenario 1, "The Assassins", with the evil industrialist and his tame Daleks hiding in his house. My first move was usually to blow the front wall away with a bazooka. Sometimes, this ended the game immediately, because the bazooka shot went through the one-pixel gap between the leaves of the front door and blew up against an interior wall, close enough to the evil industrialist to kill him.

(Laser Squad has now begotten a modernised, proper multiplayer version of itself, Laser Squad Nemesis. It's commercial software, but it only costs $17.)

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"I reached into my bag of talent, and found it to be empty..."

I'm not crazy about motorsport. I like it more than any other sport, but for me, that's faint praise.

Part of my affection is devoted to the peculiar jargon of the motorsport commentator.

I don't mean just the really good commentators, here. I'll take a Walkerism or Brundlequote if I can get one, but even the God-awful everyday commentators here in Australia (who have a particular affection for the word "carnage", possibly because they think the first three letters mean it's particularly applicable to automobiles) have a collection of diverting stock phrases.

It is, for instance, important not only to "keep it on the black stuff", but also to "keep the shiny side up", and by extension the "rubber side down".

One must attempt to not "spear off into the bushes".

A brake failure, patch of oil or excursion onto wet grass is likely to cause one to "proceed directly to the scene of the accident".

(That's a bit too highbrow for the Aussie commentators, as is the delightful Rolls-Royce euphemism for a breakdown, "failure to proceed". I've also previously mentioned "understeering directly to the scene of the accident" in my Prius post.)

A transmission failure can give you "a box full of neutrals".

"Talent" is generally regarded as a fungible commodity; expressions involving the transfer, location, misplacement or storage (typically in a "bag") of varible quantities of talent may be employed by a driver or rider to explain virtually any occurrence on the track.

If you rip all four wheels off an open-wheeled racing car, you have "turned it into a canoe".

There's also the verb "to alligate", which arises from the description of a line of nose-to-tail racing cars as "an alligator". It naturally follows that what they are doing is alligating, just as oysters oyst, tigers tige and lemurs leme.

I invite your own contributions.

Shooting for the stars

From: mrlarry gates <mrlarryg@yahoo.com>
Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 18:41:19 -0700 (PDT)
To: dan@dansdata.com
Subject: Regarding To Order 1999 flatbed,

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OK, this guy is actually presumably trying to get me to mail him some flatbed scanners in return for his stolen credit card number.

But when I first read this spam, I couldn't help but think he was actually asking me to mail him a flatbed truck.

Larry's presentation reminds me of HIRAM FROM PUERTO RICO, immortalised at the end of my first Dan's Data letters column.

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.