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This video was submitted by Redunk Twitter follower (and kick-a wife of Redunk author Evan Calkins) Kelly Calkins. You can follow Kelly's updates on Twitter here.
Basically everyone in the NFL is an android:
This video is redunk. Enjoy, friends. Me and @rexbarrett twiitered on this earlier...enjoy.
According to this tweet by @chrismartintv, which he saw on Diggnation, which was dugg up via Tech Radar, Spam gets about one response per 12,500,000 emails sent. That's a 0.00000008% success rate.
Cross post from Tech Radar:
A new study details how spammers – the bane of our email inboxes – still make pots of money, despite only receiving a response to one in every 12,500,000 emails they spam out.
The study, by a team of seven computer scientists from University of California, Berkeley and UC, San Diego (UCSD) infiltrated the Storm network, which uses hijacked home PCs to relay much of the junk email you spend your days wading through while wondering 'who the hell responds to this stuff?'
Well. Now you know. One gullible idiot in 12,500,000 recipients. Or thereabouts.
Spam the spammers
"The best way to measure spam is to be a spammer," claims the study. And they certainly picked the right network to hijack, with the Storm network having over one million machines under its control at one point.
Using 'proxy bots' the team of researchers managed to control 75,869 hijacked machines to conduct their own fake spam campaigns.
The researchers used two of the most popular ploys currently used by spammers – firstly offering a fake pharmacy site and, secondly, offering a herbal Viagra-style remedy to boost libido.
"After 26 days, and almost 350 million email messages, only 28 sales resulted," says the research paper.
Yet even with this apparently abysmal response rate of less than 0.00001 per cent, the researchers still estimate that the controllers of a network the size of Storm are still bringing in about $7,000 (£4,430) a day or $3.5m (£2.21m) over a year.
Cross post from Tech Radar:
A new study details how spammers – the bane of our email inboxes – still make pots of money, despite only receiving a response to one in every 12,500,000 emails they spam out.
The study, by a team of seven computer scientists from University of California, Berkeley and UC, San Diego (UCSD) infiltrated the Storm network, which uses hijacked home PCs to relay much of the junk email you spend your days wading through while wondering 'who the hell responds to this stuff?'
Well. Now you know. One gullible idiot in 12,500,000 recipients. Or thereabouts.
Spam the spammers
"The best way to measure spam is to be a spammer," claims the study. And they certainly picked the right network to hijack, with the Storm network having over one million machines under its control at one point.
Using 'proxy bots' the team of researchers managed to control 75,869 hijacked machines to conduct their own fake spam campaigns.
The researchers used two of the most popular ploys currently used by spammers – firstly offering a fake pharmacy site and, secondly, offering a herbal Viagra-style remedy to boost libido.
"After 26 days, and almost 350 million email messages, only 28 sales resulted," says the research paper.
Yet even with this apparently abysmal response rate of less than 0.00001 per cent, the researchers still estimate that the controllers of a network the size of Storm are still bringing in about $7,000 (£4,430) a day or $3.5m (£2.21m) over a year.
Originality for me is generally pretty abundant; however, this blog is not unlike my first post, but more ranty [and obviously about coffee].
I started a new gig this week, and loving every minute of it. The guys 'n gals I work with are a great group, a great team, and a great family of workers. The coolest thing is that my building is located in the midst of culinary nuance. I discovered a coffee bar, nay, a coffee lounge around the block from my cubicle called "Black Coffee." Their schtick is to sell and make everything look and sound 'sexy.'
I visited it yesterday, on my first day, to retrieve a simple cup of coffee. It wasn't bad. I'm not sure where they get their coffee. For all I know, they're getting month-old-beans from a Costco dumpster. Unlike a good coffee shop, they don't advertise where they get their beans. Humiliated? Likely. They served a 'vanilla macadamia nut' flavored drip coffee. The problem with this is, is that coffee beans aren't NATURALLY vanilla nor macadamia nut flavored. They are naturally the flavor of coffee. I didn't get it. I just got their house blend, which was called "Sunrise." My guess, it was their breakfast blend. All in all, it wasn't bad. It did better for me than the burnt Folgers that was in the office [not even going to touch that one...still it's better than the powder mix at my previous occupation].
Day 2: I go back for more coffee...I needed a hit! I even twagged about it [twagged = twitter bragged]. A really really wanted a good hit of espresso. This time, I examine their menu, and discover a honey latte. Once before, a long time back, I had a lattee midly sweetened with honey, and it was clearly one of the best sweet drinks I've had. Couldn't hurt to get it again, right? So naive was I.
I order said drink, then proceed to watch the preparer [the term 'barista' here should be reserved for those that aren't complete idiots that work with an espresso machine] prepare my drink. As I watched him, I noticed that he didn't grind the beans, and tamp the espresso himself. I saw the hopper and the grinder...but he didn't bother with it. I figured it was a backup to their 'other' system, if an 'other' system existed. As it turns out, at some point earlier in the day he already ground the espresso and tamped it, loaded it into the machine, and let it sit until someone ordered a drink. Yes. He did.
I interject his preparation and order my drink with an extra shot...just to see what he did to it as I was really curious at this point. He didn't grind new beans. Ladies and Gentledudes, he poured the espresso shots into my cup, and reused the espresso grinds from the previous shots TO POUR ME AN EXTRA SHOT! Didn't bother tamping new espresso. Didn't bother cleaning the porta-filter [the thingy that hold the grinds for the shot]. I asked, "Do you typically do that?"
"Oh yes," he responds with glee. "We can typically get two or three pulls out of one of these."
I left the establishment. Tasted my cup of puke, and wanted to wretch. I polished off about half of it before I couldn't stomach it anymore. At the time of this publish, it's been 6 hours since said vomit-latte, and my gullet is in serious trouble. They are not getting any more of my support.
I started a new gig this week, and loving every minute of it. The guys 'n gals I work with are a great group, a great team, and a great family of workers. The coolest thing is that my building is located in the midst of culinary nuance. I discovered a coffee bar, nay, a coffee lounge around the block from my cubicle called "Black Coffee." Their schtick is to sell and make everything look and sound 'sexy.'
I visited it yesterday, on my first day, to retrieve a simple cup of coffee. It wasn't bad. I'm not sure where they get their coffee. For all I know, they're getting month-old-beans from a Costco dumpster. Unlike a good coffee shop, they don't advertise where they get their beans. Humiliated? Likely. They served a 'vanilla macadamia nut' flavored drip coffee. The problem with this is, is that coffee beans aren't NATURALLY vanilla nor macadamia nut flavored. They are naturally the flavor of coffee. I didn't get it. I just got their house blend, which was called "Sunrise." My guess, it was their breakfast blend. All in all, it wasn't bad. It did better for me than the burnt Folgers that was in the office [not even going to touch that one...still it's better than the powder mix at my previous occupation].
Day 2: I go back for more coffee...I needed a hit! I even twagged about it [twagged = twitter bragged]. A really really wanted a good hit of espresso. This time, I examine their menu, and discover a honey latte. Once before, a long time back, I had a lattee midly sweetened with honey, and it was clearly one of the best sweet drinks I've had. Couldn't hurt to get it again, right? So naive was I.
I order said drink, then proceed to watch the preparer [the term 'barista' here should be reserved for those that aren't complete idiots that work with an espresso machine] prepare my drink. As I watched him, I noticed that he didn't grind the beans, and tamp the espresso himself. I saw the hopper and the grinder...but he didn't bother with it. I figured it was a backup to their 'other' system, if an 'other' system existed. As it turns out, at some point earlier in the day he already ground the espresso and tamped it, loaded it into the machine, and let it sit until someone ordered a drink. Yes. He did.
I interject his preparation and order my drink with an extra shot...just to see what he did to it as I was really curious at this point. He didn't grind new beans. Ladies and Gentledudes, he poured the espresso shots into my cup, and reused the espresso grinds from the previous shots TO POUR ME AN EXTRA SHOT! Didn't bother tamping new espresso. Didn't bother cleaning the porta-filter [the thingy that hold the grinds for the shot]. I asked, "Do you typically do that?"
"Oh yes," he responds with glee. "We can typically get two or three pulls out of one of these."
I left the establishment. Tasted my cup of puke, and wanted to wretch. I polished off about half of it before I couldn't stomach it anymore. At the time of this publish, it's been 6 hours since said vomit-latte, and my gullet is in serious trouble. They are not getting any more of my support.
