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doh!

No polls or embedding LJ into my webpage for a while. My paid account just fully expired. I totally forgot about that, and now I don't have the free cash to blow on a paid account until next pay period. πŸ™

(If you're curious, this person peformed a dictionary search on my
database for each and every letter in the dictionary πŸ˜‰ )

From: Ward Mundy (ward_mundy@ca11.uscourts.gov)
To: noweb4u@telcodata.us
Subject: Thanks
Date: 18 Sep 2002 10:58:30 -0400

Paul,
Before you read your log and have a heart attack that someone has ripped off all your data, I wanted to explain what I was doing. I work for the federal courts and I'm building an emergency SMS notification system so that judges and staff could be alerted in the event of a serious emergency (such as 9/11). In order to build something like this, I obviously needed to know not only the cell phone number of everyone (which we have) but also the cell phone provider. As you probably know, the hi-tech United States doesn't yet have transparent SMS services that most Europeans take for granted. In any case, I needed area codes, prefixes, and cell phone provider names to build my data base. Then all that's missing is email domains for each provider using SMS , e.g. Nextel uses messaging.nextel.com. When I get this finished, I'll be glad to shoot you a copy of the domains of all the providers I can find. It might be a piece of data you would want to consider adding to your already formidable data base down the road. Thanks for your wonderful web site!
–wm

I would hurt if I wasn't already numb from the pain.

32 hours straight of moving (no sleep), and about $200 later, and I'm completely moved out of a full-on trashed apartment.

I filled a god damned dumpster with honest to god garbage from my apartment.
It wasn't even half full before I started. It's overflowing now.

I filled my storage locker half way, and my new closet almost all the way.

I found clothes I forgot I had.

After having hellish muscle spasms from carrying heavy weight up and down stairs for 32 straight hours, and twisting my ankle so much I forget what a straight ankle looks like ;-), I'll never have to deal with that apartment again, God willing. It's my understanding I'm pretty much home free.

What a long strange trip it's been.

On that note, my official mailing address has changed. Hit me up if you ever have a need for it. πŸ™‚
(and let's face it, everyone in Detroit knows where I live now)

Anyway, I'm rambling, and can barely walk. Time to go to bed.