sorry 'bout the parking dick… i carry a dryerase marker for just this occasion
Prior to the change, Run… [Test] displays
(*) Run a single test
Test class: com.foo.test.Test
After adding LOG4J_PROPS, the test method goes away. It's not a writeable text-entry field, so I cannot retype the desired method. This causes all tests in the class to run, not just the desired method. Ideas?
Also, is there a way to have one LOG4J_PROPS apply as a default to all tests?
This has been driving my nuts for 3 days…
This is my rental car, which I parked last night. Nice and straight and even, right?
I came out of my hotel this morning to find this fine parking job.
And it wasn't even necessary!
I squeezed between the cars and slithered into the driver's seat, working very hard not to brush against either dew-covered car. I backed out slowly, since I couldn't see much. There was a lot of condensation on the windows, so I rolled down the passenger window as I slowly backed out. I was surprised to see three people standing on my right, waiting to get by. I smiled and said "sorry," since I sensed that they had been waiting longer than they cared to. One guy mumbled something like "you're keeping us waiting." I pulled out and was putting my car in drive when the three people walked across my empty parking space and, lo and behold, they got into the dickmobile.
I felt really bad about inconveniencing him.
And isn't the whole idea of a 'BaseObject' a bit intrusive?
I never released mine for two reasons. The first was the question of legality. I certainly didn't want to go to jail over spam. And the way the world works, it's easier to prosecute the good guy trying to right a wrong than it is to go after the real criminals. My approach had a reasonable defense, I thought, since we were simply following the links the spammers sent to us. Still, I had no interest in being the trophy in precedent-setting cybercrime judicial proceedings.
The second reason was less cynical and cowardly. I learned about "joe jobs." A joe job is when a spammer sends spam "on behalf" of an innocent third party to bring the wrath of anti-spammers down on them. Spammers have no shortage of dirty tricks and no scruples to get in their way when using them. I was concerned that control of this weapon could potentially get into the wrong hands and be aimed at innocent web sites. Given a high level of participation, even the largest sites in the world would be vulnerable.
Given all of that, I chose not to unleash my weapon on the world. It seems that it was a wise decision, because Lycos has pulled the plug, at least for now.
It's pretty amazing what an ugly little war this whole spam thing has become. The thing is, we're never going to reform the spammers; they are incorrigible. We either have to fix email technology or remove the incentive to send spam.
I still wonder who the morons are that continue to make spam profitable. If the customers would simply dry up, so would the spam. I mean, really, penis enlargement, software from questionable sources, potentially dangerous drugs, and Nigerians who want to give you millions of dollars because of your supposed relationship to someone you've never heard of. Can any of these things REALLY be good for your body, your computer, or your bank account? Who are you idiots?! If you've ever bought anything from a spam, I'd really like to hear from you.
I've noticed that a certain sequence of spam has been coming in a group of four, always in the same order, always at the same time, for the past month or two.
Status: U Return-Path:
Status: U Return-Path:
Status: U Return-Path:
Status: U Return-Path:
I find it interesting, because it provides just a tad of insight into what goes on on the other end of the spam storm.
I have a lot to do today, which is why I'm doing this instead.
ditto delirium heater chemise dogmatism saloon arrest thicket mottle callisto midas styrofoam stickpin stank jaguar creekside benefit berglund cogent alveolus squatted
"Sure, yeah, ditto, " I said in my delirium. Little did I realize that I had just agreed to wear a space heater under a chemise to show my support for the dogmatism of a chick I met in a saloon just an hour before my arrest.
How did I end up in this legal and moral thicket? My memory is as mottled as the surface of callisto (flockhart), but I seem to have the midas touch when it comes to women. Everything I touch turns to styrofoam.
All I can remember is that she showed me her stickpin. When she told me to lean in to get a better look, I noticed it stank like a jaguar squatting at a creekside. As I passed out, I wondered about the benefit of wearing accessories with the odor of wild animal droppings.
berglund! That is the sound you hear when you come to after being drugged in such a nefarious manner. I was aware that the cogent drug still filled one of my alveolus; it could be released at any moment.
As I squatted in my prison cell, I realized that I was out of giblets.
You know how a string of unrelated nonsense words has become the telltale sign of a spam email? Well, in a blatant rip-off of Spamusement, which I enjoy, I've decided to recycle these wasted bits into prose, in an attempt to make sense of this 21st century flotsam and jetsam.
The following list of words is exactly as it appeared in a spam I received:
libidinous condonechampaign gilead blurrybelief styrene peachskirt sloven uterusinteger cheney tiltinvertible alluvial culbertsongrievous keys bowmandefect oberlin crawfordcommitted slant disciplinaryfang siderite spawnwring limp paraboladietician chili scarletimperceivable
The same list of words, unchanged, appears in bold text.
Martha was feeling libidinous, but she could not condonechampaign. In gilead, she had developed a blurrybelief about the effects of mixing alcohol with styrene. She soberly slid her peachskirt down her hips and into a slovenly heap on the floor. She set about the task of inserting her artificial uterusinteger.
Meanwhile, in another part of town, Vice President cheney was performing his triple tiltinvertible for the now overwhelmingly Republican Senate. They had replaced the aisle that they always spoke of "reaching across" with a creek that was too wide to do so. The alluvial sediments were annoying in their shoes, but they preferred it to having to talk to the Democratic Senators. Congested People for Piping had tried to file the culbertsongrievous act in a nationwide referendum, but high-ranking Democrats on the other side of the creek were the keys to passing this important legislation. Senators bowmandefect, oberlin, and crawfordcommitted to put the right slant on this bill, but the disciplinaryfang of VP Cheney concerned them. They had to get their siderite before they tried to bring it across the aisle, er, creek. Everyone watched Senator spawnwring out his socks after an unsuccessful attempt to limp across the gravelly creekbed
In the quadratic lunchroom where only the higher-order Senators ate, the paraboladietician grew concerned for public health as they placed their fifth-order for chili.
Martha was pleased to find the trace of scarletimperceivable after the installation.