You might be a 77, if …

Dear Reader,

In the 80ies the phrase “s/he is a 77” was coined. It referred to people leaving you too many useless voice mail messages. Upon hearing the first words of his or her message one would hit the number 7 to delete it, even before listening to it in full.

In the early 2000s the 77 moved on to email. Following you will find a few indicators to spot a 77.

1. Are all email sent “high priority”?

The self-inflated ego of the modern 77 cannot imagine, that his or her message is anything less than of highest priority. Probably they asked some poor IT guy to set “high priority” as their default, when sending an email. The soda machine in the company cafeteria ran out of his/her favorite drink? A high priority needs to be sent.

2. Dozens of recipients?

Not only are all 77 emails of high priority, everybody needs to get one. And the 77 is too ignorant to use cc or bcc. So the To: field usually contains his or her whole address book. Or at least the whole company directory. The toilette paper in one stall is empty? Someone left the water running? His or her favorite parking spot was taken? Yep, everybody needs to learn about it. With high priority.

3. Are all email sent “read receipt requested”?

Sign three of a 77. Since all emails are high priority, and sent to everybody, most people stopped reading them. Except for other 77s. So at one point the 77 insists on getting a read receipt. He or she is too ignorant to know, that if an email isn’t delivered, an error message is sent automatically. The creators of email systems knew what they were doing. But the read receipt gives the 77 a feeling of importance. And it keeps him or her busy. Following up on all the receipts, and calling and leaving a voice mail with those, who did not send a receipt. It also helps playing the blame game. “Well, I informed everybody via email about this. I did not get a read receipt from you. It is not my fault.”

Two other signs someone is on his or her way to become a 77 are html emails instead of txt, along with heavy use of html gimmicks in emails like bold, ALL CAPS, emojs, various colors and font sizes. I suggest they buy a coloring book and stop jamming the net.

Luckily, there is a technical solution to 77s. You can set up a filter and have all incoming emails moved to the trash bin automatically. That is even less work, than pressing 7.

Stay sane,

Engine Room

lost their bottle…

Dear diablog,



has always had trouble in sorting out what to do with the empties after one of her ‘sessions’.

Added to this her love of moon(ing) dancing has always been apparent so it would appear that these guys have come up with the best possible all encompassing answer.

Good stuff, though. Must have taken hours of practice – and hang overs!

Yours, diablog, whisky in the jar


Inconvenience when commenting – fixed

Dear Reader,

Sorry, WordPress has a slight security problem with the comment function. Until that is fixed, comments have to be moderated, before they appear. I will do my best.

In case you wonder, this has nothing to do with everybody not liking the last song, or the last joke.

I will let you know, as soon as we are back to normal.

Please accept my apologies,

Engine Room

Update: And we are back to normal. WordPress delivered a security fix within less than 12 hours. I love it!

Monday Morning Smile

Dear Reader,

Since Pete continues his leave of absence, we do not get his brilliant jokes anymore. Yet, there is no better way to start your week than with a smile.

A butcher was opening his market one morning and as he did a rabbit popped his head through the door.
The butcher was surprised when the rabbit inquired: ‘Got any cabbage?’

The butcher said: ‘This is a meat market, we sell meat, not vegetables.’
The rabbit hopped off.

The next day the butcher is opening the shop and sure enough the rabbit pops his head round and says: ‘You got any cabbage?’
The butcher now irritated says: ‘Listen you little rodent, I told you yesterday we sell meat. We do not sell vegetables and the next time you come here, I am going to grab you by the throat and nail those floppy ears to the floor.’
The rabbit disappeared hastily and nothing happened for a week.

Then one morning the rabbit popped his head around the corner and said: ‘Got any nails?’
The butcher said: ‘No.’ The rabbit said: ‘OK. Got any cabbage?’

Enjoy your day,

Engine Room

Weekend Classic

Dear Reader,

Not only has this been an extraordinarily busy week, somehow my weekend got a late start. I had the pleasure of helping a free-thinking, entrepreneurial, open-minded person to switch from Microsoft Windows to Linux. Which is always a great pleasure. Consider me flipping the bird to MS and Bill Gates. As usual, it took a bit longer than the ‘five minutes’. In any case, I hope to have made one person happy this week. And that was worth it.

Since this is out of the way now, here comes the diablog weekend classical tune:

Ekseption – Adagio

Of course this is a slightly jazzy interpretation from 1970. It goes well with a coffee and a cigarette, or a whiskey and a cigar.

We had a couple of pieces by Ekseption earlier on diablog. I will never grow tiered of those brilliant musicians from 45 years ago. If you can point me to a current band re-interpreting classical music, would you please let me know?

Enjoy your weekend,

Engine Room

PS: If you are interested in testing Linux without abandoning Windows, drop us a line too.