Something different happened to me on Friday viagra ohne rezept in berlin.
Having just arrived at home from work, I was still sitting in the car, waiting for the song on the radio to finish and to make good use of the time I was collecting the parking receipts and other bits of paper scattered around the car.
As I was ready to leave and switch the engine off, I looked in the rear view mirror to find one police car directly behind me. Looking up I was surprised to find another police car directly in front. Keep in mind I am parked at this stage.
“They must be here for me”, I thought to myself.
2 police officers got out of the car behind me and approached me, in the meantime I can see at least 3 police cars frantically roaming the area.
“Hi, can we have a word with you please” said the first officer.
“There is a 2 year old child that was reported missing, we have reports that she was seen in a black mondeo”
No bonus points for guessing which car I was driving at the time.
My heart sank, “Oh dear”, I uttered.
“Can you step out of the car please, so we can ask you some questions”
The questioning started
“Why are you here”
“Where are you coming from”
“What is your name, Date of Birth and your place of birth”
“Can you open the boot please”
“We’re going back to the car to check you on the computer, stay here”
In the meantime, other police cars were still roaming the area, one of them stopped to say the child was found at a neighbour’s house.
It seemed the 2 policemen were waiting for confirmation over the radio before they send me on my way, once they got that one of them approached me.
“I suppose you heard that, thank you for your time, we have to be careful”
Still in shock, I thanked him.
The strange thing is during the whole conversation I was thinking, I’ve just been in town, I have a parking receipt, I must be on CCTV in and out of the NCP Parking, I paid using a credit card, effectively I was thinking of confirming my alibi.
All in all, happy ending. One thing about the Lothian and Borders Police, they seemed to have responded very very quickly to the report, covered the area and remained polite even with the adrenalin pumping in the rush to find the missing child quickly.
As I am tidying up my home directory, I found this old gem that I saved to keep me amused on a rainy day, the blog is as good place to publish it as any.
Subject: The case of the 500-mile email.Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2002 14:57:40 -0800 From: Trey Harris <trey.sage.org> To: email@example.com Here's a problem that *sounded* impossible... I almost regret posting the story to a wide audience, because it makes a great tale over drinks at a conference. :-) The story is slightly altered in order to protect the guilty, elide over irrelevant and boring details, and generally make the whole thing more entertaining. I was working in a job running the campus email system some years ago when I got a call from the chairman of the statistics department. "We're having a problem sending email out of the department." "What's the problem?" I asked. "We can't send mail more than 500 miles," the chairman explained. I choked on my latte. "Come again?" "We can't send mail farther than 500 miles from here," he repeated. "A little bit more, actually. Call it 520 miles. But no farther." "Um... Email really doesn't work that way, generally," I said, trying to keep panic out of my voice. One doesn't display panic when speaking to a department chairman, even of a relatively impoverished department like statistics. "What makes you think you can't send mail more than 500 miles?" "It's not what I *think*," the chairman replied testily. "You see, when we first noticed this happening, a few days ago--" "You waited a few DAYS?" I interrupted, a tremor tinging my voice. "And you couldn't send email this whole time?" "We could send email. Just not more than--" "--500 miles, yes," I finished for him, "I got that. But why didn't you call earlier?" "Well, we hadn't collected enough data to be sure of what was going on until just now." Right. This is the chairman of *statistics*. "Anyway, I asked one of the geostatisticians to look into it--" "Geostatisticians..." "--yes, and she's produced a map showing the radius within which we can send email to be slightly more than 500 miles. There are a number of destinations within that radius that we can't reach, either, or reach sporadically, but we can never email farther than this radius." "I see," I said, and put my head in my hands. "When did this start? A few days ago, you said, but did anything change in your systems at that time?" "Well, the consultant came in and patched our server and rebooted it. But I called him, and he said he didn't touch the mail system." "Okay, let me take a look, and I'll call you back," I said, scarcely believing that I was playing along. It wasn't April Fool's Day. I tried to remember if someone owed me a practical joke. I logged into their department's server, and sent a few test mails. This was in the Research Triangle of North Carolina, and a test mail to my own account was delivered without a hitch. Ditto for one sent to Richmond, and Atlanta, and Washington. Another to Princeton (400 miles) worked. But then I tried to send an email to Memphis (600 miles). It failed. Boston, failed. Detroit, failed. I got out my address book and started trying to narrow this down. New York (420 miles) worked, but Providence (580 miles) failed. I was beginning to wonder if I had lost my sanity. I tried emailing a friend who lived in North Carolina, but whose ISP was in Seattle. Thankfully, it failed. If the problem had had to do with the geography of the human recipient and not his mail server, I think I would have broken down in tears. Having established that -- unbelievably -- the problem as reported was true, and repeatable, I took a look at the sendmail.cf file. It looked fairly normal. In fact, it looked familiar. I diffed it against the sendmail.cf in my home directory. It hadn't been altered -- it was a sendmail.cf I had written. And I was fairly certain I hadn't enabled the "FAIL_MAIL_OVER_500_MILES" option. At a loss, I telnetted into the SMTP port. The server happily responded with a SunOS sendmail banner. Wait a minute... a SunOS sendmail banner? At the time, Sun was still shipping Sendmail 5 with its operating system, even though Sendmail 8 was fairly mature. Being a good system administrator, I had standardized on Sendmail 8. And also being a good system administrator, I had written a sendmail.cf that used the nice long self-documenting option and variable names available in Sendmail 8 rather than the cryptic punctuation-mark codes that had been used in Sendmail 5. The pieces fell into place, all at once, and I again choked on the dregs of my now-cold latte. When the consultant had "patched the server," he had apparently upgraded the version of SunOS, and in so doing *downgraded* Sendmail. The upgrade helpfully left the sendmail.cf alone, even though it was now the wrong version. It so happens that Sendmail 5 -- at least, the version that Sun shipped, which had some tweaks -- could deal with the Sendmail 8 sendmail.cf, as most of the rules had at that point remained unaltered. But the new long configuration options -- those it saw as junk, and skipped. And the sendmail binary had no defaults compiled in for most of these, so, finding no suitable settings in the sendmail.cf file, they were set to zero. One of the settings that was set to zero was the timeout to connect to the remote SMTP server. Some experimentation established that on this particular machine with its typical load, a zero timeout would abort a connect call in slightly over three milliseconds. An odd feature of our campus network at the time was that it was 100% switched. An outgoing packet wouldn't incur a router delay until hitting the POP and reaching a router on the far side. So time to connect to a lightly-loaded remote host on a nearby network would actually largely be governed by the speed of light distance to the destination rather than by incidental router delays. Feeling slightly giddy, I typed into my shell: $ units 1311 units, 63 prefixes You have: 3 millilightseconds You want: miles * 558.84719 / 0.0017893979 "500 miles, or a little bit more." Trey Harris
I am doing Prince2 Course, while I like the way it thinks about projects, initiation, delivery and follow-up I can’t help thinking it’s the cause why MANY projects especially in the public sector cost so much.
I always think of projects having a life of their own (True) but Prince2 has the potential to create a monster where the requirements of internal customer (The project) can be larger and more time consuming than the actual product delivered by the project.
WHat should happen is to tailoring the method (Using the right tools etc), but from what I can see, it’s easy to get that wrong. Especially when you have external expectations that you will be using the book, the whole book and nothing but the book.
The book incidentally in 2009 version is 326 Pages (130 Pages shorter than the 2005 Edition).
It doesn’t make it any easier tho.
Time to get back to studying, I have my foundation exam this afternoon.
…… while you’re friends with your boss
If you’re not convinced, here is why 🙂
Alan posted this link from the
The girl is a much bigger moron than I though, she needs to learn her lesson, the hard way.
So how do you get a sheep up a power line?
The answer is easy. Just look at the picture above 🙂
From the little I managed to understand from google translation the story goes.
The sheep got stuck on the power line further up the hill, where the sheep graze and the wire is closer to the ground/fence. The sheep’s horns got tangled and it slid down the hill on the wire.
Some German tourists helped to get it down. The locals presumably got fed up of the sliding sheep 🙂
I received these in an email, for comedy value I am posting it here 🙂
TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America .
MARIA: Here it is.
TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America ?
TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?
JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.
TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell ‘crocodile?’
TEACHER: No, that’s wrong
GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.
(I Love this kid)
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TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?
DONALD: H I J K L M N O.
TEACHER: What are you talking about?
DONALD: Yesterday you said it’s H to O.
TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn’t have ten years ago.
TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?
GLEN: Well, I’m a lot closer to the ground than you are.
TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with ‘ I. ‘
MILLIE: I is..
TEACHER: No, Millie….. Always say, ‘I am.’
MILLIE: All right… ‘I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.’
TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father’s cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn’t punish him?
LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.
TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?
SIMON: No sir, I don’t have to, my Mom is a good cook.
TEACHER: Clyde , your composition on ‘My Dog’ is exactly the same as your brother’s. Did you copy his?
CLYDE : No, sir. It’s the same dog.
TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?
HAROLD: A teacher
Now that Edinburgh fringe festival is about to start, the city is full of fresh hopefuls, with their bright eyes enjoying the glitz and glamour a festival brings.
Only a handful will come back next year, I love the naïve view that they have, thinking that the city has not seen anything like them before 🙂
The tourists and other performers seem to enjoy it, to the locals, it’s another festival……..
Or maybe I am just a grumpy old man. To many of these people the fringe is another opportunity at making it big to the stardom, a short story about the history of the fringe here.
I’ve always wanted to do a show during the fringe, I was going to do an online show, but hey, looks like that’s been done now.
Oh well 🙂
Maybe next year
Looks like this may be the beginning of the end ARGHHHHH for Royal Mail.
Workforce stuck in the 70s are repeatedly shooting themselves in the foot. I doubt there is any public sympathy to those workshy lazy leaves ***********.
I doubt they’re smart enough to actually realise what they’ve started.
As a result.
Net result of the strike: More losses resulting in bigger redundancies and job cuts.
The cycle has started, the unions are to blame.
here is the news:
THE 70s ARE OVER! WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE.
Burying your head in the sand is Website longer an option, trusting in the sanity of the unions is not a strategy and it’s a stupid option.
End of Rant.