9622, P-17, and bad limping
We had gotten a few calls from people who were annoyed that they had sent emails but hadn't heard back from me. At first I didn't believe them as I spent far too much time in front of my computer dealing with email, and I keep track of who I respond to. Then we startedt o hear it from several more people, paniced last minute Christmas shoppers etc.
So I looked into the domain servers/forwarders etc at the web hosting place that our website is on. Not that I really know what I'm looking at there: I'm a gunsmith, not a computer geek. Nonetheless, I discovered a cache of emails that had somehow been misdirected by the forwarders. If it didn't go to my own personal inbox for whatever reason, it went into this cache. For the last two years. It also seems that the DNS servers changed maybe two moths ago (judging by the amount of cached email from that date) and certain forwarders just got erased somehow, so MOST of my email that was sent to me through the website got sent to the cache.
There were 9622 emails there. No decimal point, not a misprint: nine THOUSAND, six HUNDRED and twenty two emails that had been misdirected. Fortunately, well in excess of nine thousand of them were spam: offers for viagra, ciallis, Nigeria scams, the fallout of viruses, all sorts of flotsam and jetsam, but the bad part is that several hundred of them were from real live people. Needless to say, I spent about 14 hours sitting in front of this silly machine yesterday, deleting spam and sorting out real emails from the cache. My eyes are still not focused properly, but I must press on regardless.
On the bright side, yesterday morning I picked up a new rifle that I had won at an online auction. I is an Eddystone P-17, the workhorse rifle of WW1. Bore is a bit rough, but not unsalvageable. The rest of it is pretty nice for an 88 year old gun. The P-17 is an Enfield influenced design. It fires a 30-06 round from a box magazine like the 1903 Springfield does, but has a slightly different shape to the stock including the rudimentary pistol grip that makes the Enfield type guns so comfortable to shoot. This one makes 14 military bolt action rifles from 11 different countries represented in my collection. Our museum collection is shaping up nicely, now we just need to wok on creating a proper display.
I'm hobbling around here like an old man today, barely able to walk. Maybe it is because I've taken to wearing shoes because it's December, or it might just be the change in the weather, but my foot is killing me. It's an old wound that has healed, but will never be quite right again. A few years back at rendezvous, I managed to whack myself in the foot with a 3/4 length axe. I think I've told the story here before, but to sum it up, the resulting infection nearly killed me and there was talk of dealing with the infection surgically. (I.E. taking the leg off) Modern antibiotics saved me, but the foot will never be the same. On a day like today, I'm glad that I am no longer a mechanic that spends all day on my feet.
So I looked into the domain servers/forwarders etc at the web hosting place that our website is on. Not that I really know what I'm looking at there: I'm a gunsmith, not a computer geek. Nonetheless, I discovered a cache of emails that had somehow been misdirected by the forwarders. If it didn't go to my own personal inbox for whatever reason, it went into this cache. For the last two years. It also seems that the DNS servers changed maybe two moths ago (judging by the amount of cached email from that date) and certain forwarders just got erased somehow, so MOST of my email that was sent to me through the website got sent to the cache.
There were 9622 emails there. No decimal point, not a misprint: nine THOUSAND, six HUNDRED and twenty two emails that had been misdirected. Fortunately, well in excess of nine thousand of them were spam: offers for viagra, ciallis, Nigeria scams, the fallout of viruses, all sorts of flotsam and jetsam, but the bad part is that several hundred of them were from real live people. Needless to say, I spent about 14 hours sitting in front of this silly machine yesterday, deleting spam and sorting out real emails from the cache. My eyes are still not focused properly, but I must press on regardless.
On the bright side, yesterday morning I picked up a new rifle that I had won at an online auction. I is an Eddystone P-17, the workhorse rifle of WW1. Bore is a bit rough, but not unsalvageable. The rest of it is pretty nice for an 88 year old gun. The P-17 is an Enfield influenced design. It fires a 30-06 round from a box magazine like the 1903 Springfield does, but has a slightly different shape to the stock including the rudimentary pistol grip that makes the Enfield type guns so comfortable to shoot. This one makes 14 military bolt action rifles from 11 different countries represented in my collection. Our museum collection is shaping up nicely, now we just need to wok on creating a proper display.
I'm hobbling around here like an old man today, barely able to walk. Maybe it is because I've taken to wearing shoes because it's December, or it might just be the change in the weather, but my foot is killing me. It's an old wound that has healed, but will never be quite right again. A few years back at rendezvous, I managed to whack myself in the foot with a 3/4 length axe. I think I've told the story here before, but to sum it up, the resulting infection nearly killed me and there was talk of dealing with the infection surgically. (I.E. taking the leg off) Modern antibiotics saved me, but the foot will never be the same. On a day like today, I'm glad that I am no longer a mechanic that spends all day on my feet.
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