From the Life is Hell department :
I spent most of yesterday certain that Hell was having to listen to a cell phone that never stops ringing to the tune of Pachabel's Canon. This morning it was being forced to listen to Jackson 5 clones sing Consumer Season melodies like they were cranked up on angel dust, over coffee too hot to taste. I don't know what's worse, the experiences themselves or the fact that my reaction is to start sentences with phrase like "You people..."
phone.sourceforge.net
"I assign you numbers for each URL you enter. With this number, you can issue, via TellMe, an HTTP GET call, and hence running that script. This is very useful for unix administration, clearing logs, or other processes. Please be nice ;)" mmmmm.... phone blogging