In my pursuit of spammers I have isolated quite a number of them utilizing various residential nodes.

Typically on DHCP segments their IP address are subject to variance based on the TTL (time to live) of their present address renewal presenting the issue of discrimination toward DHCP segments ... and STATIC segments as well.

I notice that a number of these are on my own network.

It makes me wonder if roadrunner is indeed the place for me. I would think that a proactive approach to the abuse of network resources would be the status quo. This does not appear to be the case.

As is my policy; I hit the logs every day and will block every subnet from which spammers attempt to exploit my server. This will ultimately result in a lot of others losing access ... but we must do what we must do.
 

Today I head back to work after a long weekend. It's one of those mixed blessings where I enjoy the down time ... but I also would just as soon be at work in pursuit of that feeling of usefulness and utility it provides.

It seems that I need somewhere to go.

I spent a little time with Mom at her place Sunday. This was after all the excitement of attempting to depart only to find a dead battery. Saturday evening all appeared well. I slapped on the battery charger, cranked it up to 75 amps and the truck started right up.

A half hour at Autozone and a hundred seventy five bucks later and everything is new and working again.

I suppose that I could have spent Labor Day with Mom as well, but opted to try and get a little cleaning done. I hit the living room and bed room. The kitchen could certainly use more work.
 

Somehow lolling around the house napping the better part of the weekend is somewhat less productive than I'd like. Such is the life of a "non essential" worker. Good thing for the teevee, the robot, and the rack.
 

I went looking around Youtube briefly until I became sickenly underwhelmed by the sheer numbers of superlatives embedded in the titles.

Things like "wonderful" and "best of" are stuck in the titles in an attempt to get someone to view mediocre content regurgitated with sophomoric movie maker piecing of snippets.

No wonder I don't care to frequent youtube. They want you to have an account and you can't filter the age range of the posters so you're stuck with the junior grade skill-less wannabes and the persons capturing footage straight from their televisions for lack of equipment or software.

Really, I don't have any professional posting expectations per se ... but if all you can do is post inferior material to which you ascribe the words "wonderful" or "best of" all I can say for your fantasy is

M-i-c-k-e-y   M-o-u-s-e

I don't mean to appear ungrateful for the sharing ... but those sameole tired techniques and labels just don't cut it for me personally. This is why I avoid youtube like the plague anymore — but I don't try to force my opinion on others.
 

In my medical career days I encountered a number of charlatans pretending to be various medical professionals, primarily (but not limited to) the West coast endeavors I had undertaken.

These people sometimes had superficial understandings of those matters of which they were purported experts. Other times the lack of innate medical knowledge was an embarrassment to all involved.

Having worked for a person who freely admitted to me that he committed felonies every day as a function of his practice; and encountering the various others who did not have his credentials nor any discernable knowledge of health care either I had to get away from him and his fellow quacks at the earliest opportunity.

There is a youngster in Florida with a similar and ever expanding reputation for misrepresenting himself as a medical professional despite the charges and allegations of practicing medicine without a license.

One Malachi Love-Robinson who is but a chap of 19 years is back in the news battling 12 felony charges surrounding the practice of medicine without a license, robbing an 86-year-old woman's bank account, pilfering over $20,000 and last (but CERTAINLY not least) obtaining property in return for a worthless check, draft or debit card.

Now then, with attorneys jettisoning his case and legal troubles growing daily it would seem to be be prudent to finally cease and desist this fantasy career and get on with squaring with the state in an attempt to stop being that criminal which now appears in the news all over.

His five hour stay in Palm Beach County Jail ain't NOTHING compared to the big house where all the muscle bound inmates seeking intimacy will soon be probing each and every orifice he has with every protrusion they can produce.

It's hard to admit that life isn't turning out they way it's sometimes planned. Even harder is that direction in which he continues toward representing himself as something is is not.

I was a fool until I was 28. Regardless, I never headed down those paths to which young Mr Love-Robinson finds himself continuously attracted. If you want to practice medicine in the United States you need to go to medical school. Anything less is precisely that: something less.
 

So today I went and had my eyes checked out by the optometrist. Everything looked okay from his perpective ...
 

I have the expected presbyoptic changes associated with my ever advancing age but there are no diabetic changes and the cataracts aren't even close to being ready to remove.

Glasses were an arm and a leg. I was trying to skate under $200. Dream on. They were in excess of $500 and I ended up running to the bank for a cashiers check rather than hit my checking account or credit card for the fundage.

The guy told me that the glasses weren't going to make a significant difference in my vision because my prescription hadn't changed much ... my blur is due to the cataracts.

All-in-all with the insurance coverage I did squeak by in that range I was expecting to pay.

Now for the new specs to replace these for which I manufactured a nose piece from a couple of O rings and some superglue.

They will still work in a pinch if I lose the new ones temporarily as sometimes happens.