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Post your sickly comic methods for making less comfortable the life of the person who unleased the bot.
My own preferred recipe: some medieval stocks + a range of different coloured food dyes + a bucket of tennis balls + a tennis ball firing machine.
If I ever lay my hands on a bot herder:
Keep his eyes pried open in front of a movie screen (think of that lovely scene from A Clockwork Orange), and force him to watch, un-interupted and without the benefit of alcohol or other pain killers, every single episode of The Lawrence Welk Show [imdb.com]. All 27 years worth. (1955-1982)
His brain will be permanently set to "Polka", and thereby useless as a bot herder for all eternity.
For some reason, the "let the punishment fit the crime" song ("My Object All Sublime") from Gilbert & Sullivan's "The Mikado" started running through my head.
There's nothing in there for spamming, but I decided that we can get rid of the verse about the amateur tenor, so instead of:
The amateur tenor whose vocal villainies all desire to shirk,
Shall during off-hours, exhibit his powers, to Madam Tussaud's waxwork!
We would have:
That shady bot herder whose spam & scam email with drugs and gambling is full,
shall during off hours, exhibit his powers by mailing it all to /dev/null.
Trust me: if you're a Gilbert & Sullivan fan, this is funny.
No, really, it is.
Hm.
Or maybe I shouldn't post before having my first cup of coffee...
JK
You mean there's actually a gap between your "last" and your "first"?
Sadly, I've found that, here in my dotage, I do indeed have to sleep occasionally.
The code I write makes a lot more sense that way, and I end up with far fewer comments like this:
/*
Huh ... no idea what this function is for but I'm
sure it's important. Or something. Or it seemed
important at 2am.
*/
:-)
JK