March 23, 2005

Qwx: Malice and mayhem!

Like any sane person would be, I'm chilled to the bone by the apparent cause of yesterday's Cementhorizon downtime. I'm not sure whose work this could have been, but something as terrible as what Gene has described cannot be merely a chance occurrence. This is an act of deliberate monstrosity, a shockingly immoral assault on all that we hold dear.

I quote directly from Gene's explanatory paragraph on the main page: "...from my perspective with the poisoned cookie..."

Ladies and gentlemen, we are dealing with a sick mind here.

Posted by dianna at March 23, 2005 03:08 PM

My god, is nothing sacred?
Do you think the others are safe to eat, or are there more poisoned cookies floating around out there?

Posted by: katie at March 23, 2005 03:32 PM

I shudder to think. Do you wonder just a tiny bit if the headache-inducing Double Chocolate Coffee Toffee ones were part of this?

I might have to stick to homemade from now on. There are some risks I'm not willing to take.

Posted by: Dianna at March 23, 2005 03:45 PM

My perspective on the poisoned cookie is that it's just plain mean.

Add the double-chocolate-coffee-toffee fuck-you-up cookies to the list of things the mere thought of which gives me an instant headache now. Poison is the only explanation. Making cookies at home is the only solution.

Wait, does this mean that you don't want Snickerdoodle Snaps, after all?

Posted by: katie at March 23, 2005 04:28 PM


Posted by: Dianna at March 23, 2005 04:34 PM

Here's more detail on the "poison cookie" scenario. So you log into squirrelmail and it puts a cookie on your computer. It's called a session cookie and hit has a unique number in it. Everytime you look at an email or browse through one of your email folders or whatever, your request is sent to the server along with that cookie it gave you when you logged in. This is so you don't have to type your username and password every time you click "compose" or your read an email or whatever. Now what happens is that squirrelmail gets all borked and it begins to associate seeing you cookie with restarting some impossibly long operation, like sorting a folder containing thousands of emails. Everytime you go to any page in squirrelmail (even the login page) it starts trying to complete this uncompletable task from before, hense the poison cookie. Poison cause once you have it in your browser, every request you make fails becuase squirellmail wants to sort a giant folder before it lets you login, or read an email or compose one.

Posted by: gene at March 23, 2005 05:05 PM

OK, the explanation makes sense*, but I think I like my idea of a "session cookie." Like, you can eat it and it's delicious, but then when you're done with your cookie session it goes away and you're all ready to start over eating more delicious cookies.

Unless you get the poisoned cookie....uuuurgggh.

*As much sense as it's going to make to me, that is. What's squirrelmail? Dare I ask? Is it just called that because it hoards cookies?

Posted by: katie at March 23, 2005 05:37 PM

Dianna: nonononono means no Snickerdoodle Snaps? Well, OK, I guess I'll just have to have a cookie session all by myself, then. Alas. What will I do with this whole bag of cookies?

Posted by: katie at March 23, 2005 05:38 PM

it's just a mail client. like hotmail. but for squirrels. sometimes my nose twitches outside of my control. particularly around nuts.

Posted by: michele at March 23, 2005 10:47 PM

My nose twitches involuntarily, but only around cookies. Well, and cake. Aaaaand brownies.

Nonononono means that if you leave those Snickerdoodle Snaps at home I'm going to give you the pouty face all weekend and respond to all suggestions for new desserts by sighing deeply and saying in a tiny sad voice, "Oh, no, not for me, thank you. You go ahead if you want to." You can do whatever you see fit, I'm sure.

Posted by: Dianna at March 24, 2005 11:24 AM

Little do you know, I have the Goggles of Callousness, which render pouty face invisible to me. Mmmm...Fnickmdoodl Fnapf... oh, sorry, I had my mouth full.

Oh god, but if you do Trembly Lip or Shaky Little Breath, my goggles will not protect me. Here, want a cookie?

Posted by: katie at March 24, 2005 11:31 AM

But... but... callousness? Even for me? Oh... okay. I guess I understand. It's okay. You don't have to care just because it's me. I'm fine. *shaky breath* I'm fine.

Posted by: Dianna at March 24, 2005 11:56 AM

Awwwww, jeez! Here, have the whole freakin' bag.

Posted by: katie at March 24, 2005 04:26 PM