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"After dialing Lenox's toll-free number," Tim Wilde wrote, "I encountered an error message being read to me by a friendly female computer voice. At least the URL it read me was using RFC1918 IP space... though I would love to be able to visit it and find out what I was missing on the actual call!"
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UPDATE: Reader Brian "Benanov" Kemp shares this fun remix.
Jacob reports, "there's some rather strange happenings in the Greater Philadelphia area according to this story from NBC10"
Not to be out done by some news website, Jim Mercer sent in this picture from the front page of Dubai's The National.
"These two motherboards that NewEgg is selling have some rather interesting features," Steve K, "luckily, I was able to resist the urge to comprehend them."
Mike wrote, "I suppose this resolution would work on just about any problem, not just PictureIt!"
"This window came up while I was searching for a business ethics course," an anonymous reader wrote, "I was left wondering if the Old English version might include Medieval ethics... although Ancient Egyptian might be more interesting."
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I'm surprised, having written an automated telephony application, that those errors are not more common. A 4xx or 5xx http error tends to result in a bad fetch, while any malformed vxml results in a semantic exception. Tn this case the url sounds like it could have been entered incorrectly.
Often you can actually open the appropriate page in your web browser and view the source to see the vxml code too, particularly if the company was using a third party phone system to interface with their own scripts. |
In all it's over-the-phone female computer voice glory: Your application is having a problem The event error.badsuch (??) was caught with message err fetching document http 172.21.225.90:8080/lenoxupgrade_6/sart?trace=true Since no event handler was found, the application is exiting |
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Olde English Ethics:
1.) Thine neighbor in the vast fields of Cubica doth enjoy the purloining of an occasional mechanical writing utensils and a mechanical paper fastner of the colour Crimson. Upon witnessing this grievance offense to thine Employer most Holy, dost thou: A - Notify thine saintly neighbors of Cubica and form thou a respectable mob to force the catpurse from the realm. B - Deal with the vagrant on thine own time, running him through at the most earliest of convenience to thee. C - Ignorith the rogue, for thou dost know that thine own behavior is superior and thus making thee immune to future inquiry. D - The criminal in suspect is actually mine boss, thus I should hope that he should so forth grace me in the future with the permanent borrowing of mine office equipment. E - Twas no one in the office, twas demons stole the supplies! |
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Anon Ymous:
