pusillanimous

pusillanimous\ pyoo-suh-LAN-uh-muhs \, adjective;

1. lacking courage or resolution; cowardly; faint-hearted; timid.
2. proceeding from or indicating a cowardly spirit.

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Already covered this word.

prolix

prolix\ pro-LIKS; PRO-liks \ adjective;
1. Extending to a great length; unnecessarily long; wordy.
2. Tending to speak or write at excessive length.

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Yet another word to describe me and my massive missives.

A Little Concerned

Opened up my GMail acct. early this morning and found the spam folder more full than usual. I didn't save any of the msgs. but a large number were both to and from the acct. along with "bounced" emails with the CC containing every address in my addy book and even more that I have no idea where they came from (such as old ones I never use, some created for MSN Groups, such as 4R Mgrs and Smiliemail)

Checking the details of account activity, I saw that someone in Spain had accessed my account. I immediately changed the password and had it sign out of all other accounts. Here's the IP number:

217.130.138.68

Checking on the IP# at an online IP Lookup site, it gave the originating domain, but clicking on the link gave me a "page not found".

I hope none of my friends w/ valid email accounts will be affected. I have no idea how my account was compromised - I keep my Firefox browser up-to-date, as well as the Java, Flash and Shockwave apps updated.

Again, if you get spam from "me" or any other accounts that were in my address book, I'm really sorry. I'm always extremely careful about my online security.

confute

confute \ con·fute\ [kuhn-fyoot] –verb (used with object), -fut·ed, -fut·ing.
1. to prove to be false, invalid, or defective; disprove: to confute an argument.
2. to prove (a person) to be wrong by argument or proof: to confute one's opponent.
3. Obsolete . to bring to naught; confound.

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When I first read this word and definition, I thought it was very similar to "refute" and after looking it up, found I was right.

Can't confute OR refute me on that.

Only Boobs

Would fall for this type of spam.

From my GMail junk mail folder:

Gday!

Howdy How are you currently doing? I like your profile.

Are you interested to see my best private images?

E-mail me at uiorobidegl@hotmail.com and i'll answer back with my private photographs.

ANGEL

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The originating email address was:

ylguleypok@greekfisherman.co.za

The reason I include it is I hope the spambots pick up on it, as well as the Hotmail addy and the sender gets a multitude of Viagra, free restaurant meal coupons w/ completion of survey (and credit card info) and offers to enlarge a certain body part just as I do.

With the "Gday! subject line and the "Howdy" salutation, I could deduce that the sender might be a Texas porn star now living in Australia.  More likely it's probably some 50 yr. old ugly, hairy dude in Moscow with ties to the Russian Mafia.

Still, I was tempted to reply back if only to see the "private images";  the public ones are pretty hot.  No, she doesn't have square nipples - I had to censor it to publish it in this G-rated blog.

Maybe it's harsh of me to say only boobs would fall for this sort of scam; I probably should instead say only idiots who love boobs would be taken in.

Me? I like boobs, but I'm no idiot. A little thick at times, but not an idiot.

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EDIT TO ADD

Just got another mail from Angel w/ same photos but different message and email addy. Here it is with the hopes "she" will be bombarded w/ spam, too.

ostongioobrio@hotmail.com

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Got yet another one - same photos and message but different reply to addy

rerdseeneaeft@hotmail.com

Chapped Lips

I visited one of my favorite websites earlier today, Start Sampling. I always enjoy perusing the recipes and save the best ones. There are also helpful hints every day and one caught my eye: Chapped Lips.

Now, that's an affliction I seldom suffer from, but it reminded me of being a teenager and having chapped lips. (maybe from kissing my girlfriend a little too vigorously and for an extended period of time the night before). I was applying some cherry flavored Chapstick^TM and my dad noticed.

"Whattya doin'?" he growled. "Puttin' on yer lipstick?"

With a typical teenage look of disdain at him, I told him I had chapped lips and they hurt.

"No sense in wasting good money on that." he told me. "Sumpthin' else works much better." "What's that?" I asked him.

"Chicken 'manure'." he said. (to be honest, he didn't say "manure".)

"Ewwww." I said in reply, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Will keep ya from lickin' your lips." he said with a deadpan, straight face.