$1500.00*, Just For You!
That’s right. I will pay you eight hundred one thousand Fifteen Hundred ($1500.00) Canadian dollars if you can help me solve something.
Back in 2006 I encrypted a RAR file and have long since forgotten the password. I presume it’s no fewer than seven characters in length, but probably no more than sixteen. It uses letters (of various caps), numbers, and some punctuation, but I can’t exactly say which punctuation as again, I can’t remember.
I have taken on the task of trying to crack this password by means of a brute-force attack. However, if you know anything about encryption you’ll quickly come to terms that this password won’t be discovered any time soon. At which point it may not matter what is in that RAR container, I guess.
However, if you’d like to help me take a shot at it, drop me a line (my email address can be found HERE). *If you can help me and reveal the contents of that RAR file I’ll send a cool Fifteen Hundred Dollars your way in whatever payment format you choose. All costs of sending the money will be covered by me.
Suggestions are welcome.
NO LIMIT, Except Limitations
So what can’t these phones do? Well, they can’t do any of the above which would set them years ahead of any other smart phone today, and they can’t do any of the following: Play Flash (save the comments about how Adobe sucks for another forum). They don’t have touch screens. They don’t have Swype, at least 500MB of memory, oh… and I almost forgot, a processor which runs at anything above 700 MHz.
So there you have it, in a nut shell: phones that have no limit, for as long as you don’t exceed their limits.
I almost can’t wait to trade them in for just about everything else.
Repeat This: Repeat This:
Often times I come across sites that ask you to fill in information. Almost always one of the fields asks for an email address. And more than almost always it asks for it again, as a confirmation.
Rest assured that more often than almost always I just “copy” and “paste” whatever I typed in the field above.
I get the fact that they may be trying to make sure that I’m not making an error, but as far as I’m concerned: I don’t give a shit. I’m just giving you an email address. It may not even be MY email address, or THE email address.
Save yourself the web space and me the time. If I’m really, Really, REALLY interested in whatever I’m engaging in to be giving you my email address, rest assured that I will make sure that it’s the correct email address that I am giving you to reach me, first time around.
Everyone else: CTRL+C, CTRL+V
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So the Earth was… Bright?
For Earth Hour people were encouraged to turn off all lights between 20:30 and 21:30 EST.
I saw the ads and the billboards flashed in my face every time I went downtown. When the time came, I forgot all about it.
What’s worse: The Toronto Star wasn’t sure which way things went. It could have been a success… or maybe not. I guess it depends on who you ask, when, and… well, what they think.
Jesus, Is That You?
Alright, enough with this nonsense about seeing Jesus in a piece of toast, or the Holy Mary in a pan of scrambled eggs.
I saw the “Scary Movie” guy in my soup. I initially was going to put the soup up for sale on eBay, but I got hungry in the meantime and ate the potential profits.
As for Jesus, I think I saw him once, but I had to flush quickly as the restaurant was busy and someone was banging on the restroom door to … or maybe he did want to see Jesus…
We’ll never know. I’ll never care.
Move on, people. Get a life, find a hobby. Find a form of interest to keep your mind occupied instead of looking for potentially fictitious figures in your food. If Jesus wanted you to find him he’d be ringing your door bell asking about the quickest way to fame.
So, what WOULD Jesus do? I guess we’ll never know. Bon Appetit.
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