December 10th, 2001

battyden

spammage

I just came across 2 spams that shit me a lot more than the usual.

One was on a web page. It looked like a blank, grey frame running up the left side of the screen. The frame had the standard windows minimize/maximize/close buttons on the top-right, so I clicked on the close icon.

Just as I clicked I noticed the stats bar flash up a url but I'd seen it too late. I clicked. The ad opened. I right-clicked/closed the window before anything showed. The blank frame was a fucking ad! Bastards

The next was an email. It had a Virus Alert heading, went on about the Goner worm, how the company put out a mail list and supplied a 'click to subscribe' link.

Then- then they said "On to other business..." and started on the usual 'Make $100000000/Second At Home And Be A Millionaire This Instant For Nothing' pyramid scamspam.

The rotten stinking mongrel bastard dogs.

Net advertising has taken a disturbing turn. It is actively itself as something it is not, and has resorted to subterfuge instead of user stupidity to get people in.

I haven't been so pissed off since the conservatives were voted in.
battyden

Speaking of those conservative arse-holes

It's interesting to see that Australia no longer has a Refugee Crisis since the election ended.

I hope the bogans who voted for the conservative Party and happy now. Wankers.

They haven't gone away, you know. There are still refugees. They're just not an election issue any more. Can't you bogans understand that? Refugees weren't this country's problem.

bah! fuck yas!

Bogans: Can't live with them, pass the beer.
battyden

Bat Matters

The travelling Grease arrived in town last week and set up in the showground. Last night one of the dancers rang to say they'd found a baby bat inside the big-top tent. "We've been keeping i warm and feeding it milk, and now it's purring."

I raced down and collected the bat. She was a young adult freetail, covered in milk from the feeding attept. "Oh isn't that cute!" said the pepole in the caravan as the bat growled. "It's purring. Can we keep it as a pet?"

If you heard a dog making that noise you'd be over the fence into next door's yard, and over then next 3 fences after that for safety. The bat was absolutely pissed off. Once home I shoved her in the tent and left her to calm down.

Boop is under observation, but I think I'll let her go in a couple of days. There doesn't seem anything wrong with her.

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Ace has been marked for release for a week but I haven't been able to get her to Wellington. Last night she was very noisy in the tent, flapping and squeaking a lot. I didn't think anything of it.

This afternoon I checked her out, the first time I'd handled her in a week. She seemed a bit agitated but I put that down to her minimal handling.

Then a pair of tiny black legs attached to a tiny pink bum poked out from under a wing. I stared. A tiny wing poked out.

Bloody hell! A PUP!

I placed Ace back into the tent, and watched as she dragged herself into the folded cloth hanging from the roof. The pup was dragged along the floor behind her. There was no WAY it was going to let go of the teat.

oh boy.

I rang the Wellington police station and told the senior sergeant what had happened. "Outstanding!" was his reply.

Then I rang HT and asked what I could do. She told me something I hated to hear. "You're a grandfather!" Then she said that she had no idea since there was no 'born in captivity' provision in the injury classification.

Looks like I have to go to Wellington myself. This bat HAS to go.
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