am i being picky?

I just received the following email:

Do you really know how to forward e-mails? 50% of us do; 50% DO NOT.Do you wonder why you get viruses or junk mail? Do you hate it? Every time you forward an e-mail there is information left over from the people who got the message before you, namely their e-mail addresses & names. As the messages get forwarded along, the list of addresses build s, and builds, and builds, and all it takes is for some poor sap to get a virus, and his or her computer can send that virus to every E-mail address that has come across his computer. Or, someone can take all of those addresses and sell them or send junk mail to them in the hopes that you will go to the site and he will make five cents for each hit. That's right, all of that inconvenience over a nickel! How do you stop it? Well, there are several easy steps:
  1. When you forward an e-mail, DELETE all of the other addresses that appear in the body of the message (at the top). That's right, DELETE them. Highlight them and delete them, backspace them, cut them, whatever it is you know how to do. It only takes a second. You MUST click the "Forward" button first and then you will have full editing capabilities against the body and headers of the message. If you don't click on "Forward" first, you won't be able to edit the message at all.
  2. Whenever you send an e-mail to more than one person, do NOT use the To: or Cc: fields for adding e-mail addresses. Always use the BCC:(blind carbon copy) field for listing the e-mail addresses. This way the people you send to will only see their own e-mail address. If you don't see your BCC: option click on where it says To: and your address list will appear. Highlight the address and choose BCC: and that's it, it's that easy. When you send to BCC: your message will automatically say "Undisclosed Recipients" in the "TO:" field of the people who receive it. If that phrase does not appear, type your own email address in the "TO" field, but put everyone else's in the BCC field.
  3. Remove any "FW :" in the subject line. You can re-name the subject if you wish or even fix spelling.
  4. ALWAYS hit your Forward button from the actual e-mail you are reading. Ever get those e-mails that you have to open 10 pages to read the one page with the information on it? By Forwarding from the actual page you wish someone to view, you stop them from having to open many e-mails just to see what you sent. (AMEN!) If you can't forward from that page, "Copy" the info and then open a new email blank page and "Paste".
  5. Have you ever gotten an email that is a petition? It states a position and asks you to add your name and address and to forward it to 10 or 15 people or your entire address book. The email can be forwarded on and on and can collect thousands of names and email addresses. A FACT: The completed petition is actually worth a couple of bucks to a professional spammer because of the wealth of valid names and email addresses contained therein. If you want to support the petition, send it as your own personal letter to the intended recipient. Your position may carry more weight as a personal letter than laundry list of names and email address on a petition. (actually, if you think about it, who is supposed to send the petition in to whatever ca use it supports? And don't believe the ones that say that the email is being traced, it just ain't so!)
One of the main ones I hate are the ones that say something like, -Send this email to 10 people and you'll see something great run across your screen.-Or sometimes they just tease you by saying something really cute will happen. IT AINT GONNA HAPPEN!!!!! (Trust me, Im still seeing some of the same ones that I waited on 10 years ago!) Idont let the bad luck ones scare me either, they get trashed. (could be why I haven't won the lottery) Before you forward an Amber Alert, or a Virus Alert, or some of the other ones floating around nowadays, check them out before you forward them. Most of them are junk mail that have been circling the net for YEARS! Just about everything you receive in an email that is in question can be checked out at Snopes. It is really easy to find out if it is real or not. If it is not, please don't pass it on. So please, in the future, let's stop the junk mail and the viruses.

Finally, here's an idea!!! Let's send this to everyone we know (but trip my address off first, please). This is something that SHOULD be forwarded.
My thoughts?
~I found it to be informative and despite the occasional typo, I didn't grind my teeth as I read it (am I the only one who grimaces a bit before scrolling down the page on *most* forwards?).
~I think there's a lot of useful information in it and wouldn't it be great if the owners of the 6000 addresses that appeared in the forward along with me would take the message to heart?
~Also, my right index finger is currently having spasms from clicking on those little envelopes to get to the heart of the message. I'm glad Suzeeee thought this was "the best forward ever", and that Nana sent it on to Tim-tim (at school). Nothing like a little positive community building.
~Do I have to add Suzeeee, Nana, and Tim-tim (at school) to my Holiday card list?

I humbly submit that maybe rule 1 should be moved down a notch to make room for:
  1. Read the email you're about to forward. Read the whole thing, including rule number 4. Your title as Fasty McForward might be jeopardized by the time that it will take, but the forwardees will thank you for it.
All in favor?


amy(claus) is comin' to town...

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i'm all out of rant.

I had a good one all set up to publish when my computer ran out of juice. Yes, it gave me plenty of warning. Yes, I chose to ignore it. I fought the bar and the bar won. Now I'm just too tired to make even the most half-assed of attempts to recreate it. So I'll just summarize:

  1. The boy was cranky today and rightfully so. Rub your gums with the edge of a razor blade and tell me it doesn't piss you off just a bit. While your at it, scratch your ass with a rusty hunk of steel wool and then sit on a cactus. Teething sucks.
  2. When you plan an event, please include such information as time and age of the invitees. It just makes it easier for everyone to plan.
  3. Don't try to pass off an old, dried up hunk of toothpaste as a mint. Mints are supposed to be comforting. This could loosely be defined as a lozenge, but I think it's more accurate to categorize anything that makes you want to claw out your tongue as a weapon of mass destruction. I don't care if it takes the edge off the tuna breath. Shame on you, Starkist.
That's what I have. Now it's time for bed before the joy of the rising sun signals that we get to get up and do it all over again. Hurrah.


do you hear that whooshing sound?

Oh that? That's just the sound of all the smack rushing out of me.

We did wind up winning our first game of the fantasy football season. But remember how I made those digs at the Minnesota team? How I was all puffed up and prideful? Yeah, well, apparently the Vikings learned how to play football between the last time that Big Guy watched a game and last night. And now I am sore from all the biting of the lip and pulling of the hair and wailing and gnashing of the teeth as my garments were rent in twain because of the ever-so-close game between the Vikings and the Redskins.

Damn football. How come did you have to go and get all interesting on me?



A moment of silence to remember.
A moment of silence to grieve.
A moment of silence to say "thank-you".


quick, show me something pink!

It has begun. Already I feel a quickening. Little flutters and strange sensations; I can feel it growing minute by minute. Delicate and new. Soft and tenuous. Too small to see, yet, but it's there. Oh yes, it's definitely there.

Chest hairs. Three of them, I think. A product of the new testosterone laden environment that I now dwell in.

Thursday night I actually sat and watched an entire football game. I now know such things as "at the line of scrimmage the center snaps the ball to the quarterback who then looks to advance the ball down the field, generally by passing it to an eligible receiver" and "the defensive end trys to rush the quarterback on passing plays", and "football players sure do like to pat each other on the ass alot". Our defense played rather well the first half, but decided to take a nap or read the paper or something during the second half. Thankfully the team that we are playing has Minnesota's defense (I'd link 'em, but I have to go get the latest Flash player and that would require shutting down everything and I do so hate stopping when Blogger seems to be cooperating. Linky-links can wait), so Miami could have chosen not to show up at all and we still would have come out ahead.

Today we watched for our offensive players. Donte Stallworth (one of our hometown "Iggles") did us proud, scoring a total of 13 points for our team (I'm still a bit confused as to how he actually did that... something about there being a difference between "running" and "receiving". All I know is he moved really fast. And caught the ball. And he's kinda cute.) Apparently we had other players playing on other teams today as well as Big Guy kept pointing to the little ticker thingy at the top of the screen and saying profound things like "Blah-de-blah just blah-de-blahed. That's our guy.", and "Blah-de-blah! That's blah-de-blah and he just blah-de-blah-blah-blah. So we blah-de-blah.", and "Remember when we blah-de-blah-de-blahed about the blah-de-blahs? Well, that's him. He's our blah-de-blah." At one point he jumped up and held out his hand for a high five. I have to admit he scared me a little.

We'll know the final outcome of the game tomorrow night. Right now Big Guy reports that we're "up 46-0". So, I'll post the final score when I figure out which numbers refer to our team (as opposed to all the other numbers that keep showing up on the screen. Which reminds me, I'm thinking of taking up a collection for the NFL. Apparently they need new clocks. Can you believe it takes 1 1/2 hours for them to reach half time? Each quarter is supposed to be 15 minutes, people. I think they need new batteries.) For now I must head up to bed. I need an extra 5 minutes (non-NFL minutes) to tend to the new growth. And by tending I mean plucking. Tomorrow night I'm watching with a girly drink in one hand and my toenail polish in the other. I may even mask.

Oh, and this rocks. Seriously.


i feel like daaaaaancin'

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new! improved! better gas mileage! fresh lemony scent!

Same basic contents, all purdy'd up.

I was never truly happy with the title and got tired of looking at the same template, so the decision was made to change the blog. I'm thinking the new title will serve as a more accurate lable for the daily drivel that somehow manages to make the oft-interrupted ("Sweetie, let's NOT pull the kitty's tail, hmmm?" "Where are you? You're waaaayyy too quiet!" "Holy crap! It only took you 7 seconds to get all the way up the stairs this time!") trip from my head to my keyboard intact. Stay tuned. This could get very interesting.

Other news-worthy items of the weekend:
I am the proud new co-manager of a fantasy football team. Yup, I, the one who thought the whole point to football was to grab the ass of the cute guy I sat next to in senior history (and then promptly lost interest in the whole sport when I found out he was very much NOT interested in the grabbing of the ass) under the watchful eye of Big Guy, will now be joining the masses singing "dun-dun-du-dun" on Monday nights. We went with the free Yahoo version (made for the simple folk. Really. Because up 'til about 3pm today I truly thought the field was only 50 yards long. Never mind the fact that the 50 yard line is in the middle of the field. So I've got plenty to learn.) This year we'll manage together... next year I'll take him to school. Ahhh, less than 12 hours into it and already talking smack. Should be a lot of fun!

This weekend I vocalized my intent to be ready to run in the Broad Street Run next May and (depending on my performance!) the PDR next September. Me and my big mouth...

Thinking about cutting my hair. Or coloring it. Maybe just a pedicure.

There you have it. CBS gets Katie Couric, Brooke gets an apology from Tom, Iran gets a meeting with the UN(maybe), Labor gets a day off, and the 'logues get a facelift. Lots of stuff, people. And just a touch of nonsense.