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Step 1: Send a question in an email to wrong distribution list.
Step 2: Await the first "reply all" asking the same question.
Step 3: Let mayhem commence.

"Please stop replying to all"
"Can you please stop replying to all…"
"PLEASE STOP HITTING REPLY TO ALL…I HAVE RECEIVED FOUR EMAILS (SO FAR) INDICATING TO ADD YOU TO THIS LIST..SEND THIS TO THE LIST OWNER AND STOP SPAMMING THE ENTIRE LIST."
"Reminder, folks: respond “Reply to Sender” NOT “Reply to All,” please."
"Please stop sending these to everyone. Contact the help desk. Thanks!"

"EVERYONE – If you are not on the list, send a note to the helpdesk with the DL name and they will add you.

STOP REPLYING TO ALL AS THIS GOES TO EVERYONE IN THE COMPANY"

"Please remove me from your list"

"Please stop responding to the DL. The response are going out to all employees. Please communicate to the list owner directly." 

"Can folks please stop copying everyone in their response?  There are probably several hundred people on this distro."

"I think people are hitting reply all…everyone in the company is receiving these requests."

"Please exclude me from this distribution."

"YEAH!"

"Please stop replying to all"

"Please stop replying to all"

"Stop replying to ALL…."

"Please stop replying to all

Thanks you!"

As some of you may or may not recall, I have a zit. It is not acne. I don't look like Edward James Olmos. I don't need Proactiv. It is a zit.

Now, this zit only appears alone. He never has friends. His appearance is randomly located somewhere on my skin. He appeared again today.

Today I also decided to name him Mitt. He appears in places where he is not welcome. He spews rancid goop out of his mouth. No matter how hard you squeeze, you never get all that you were looking for.

A little history on Mitt the Zit. He has been hanging around in my genome for some time. Going back to early spring, he had a huge reception on my forearm. Much useless shit was spewed from his mouth. After a week or so, his time ran out and he went back to regroup for his next attack. A few days later he appeared on my neck. He must have really been planning something big because it was epic. I felt like a teenager again.

Mitzi decided it was time to do something. We went to the store and got some face washing stuff, some face moisterizering stuff, and other random things that I have yet to try. I diligently started using the new goodies and after a week or so, it looked like I had conquered Mitt.

I was wrong. Very very wrong.

Mitt decided that since my face was now off limits, my manboob was free game. After a short stint of making me think I was having chest pains filled with cancer and a cholesterol filled heart, he moved south to my belly. Once my belly was finished ejecting his vitriol, he went further south. Can't pop Mitt down there.

Mitt again showed up my my arm last week. I killed him dead with much squeezing. Thinking I had conquered him for a while, I went to enjoy a blissful sleep.

When I woke up, my nose hurt. Thinking I had bonked myself in the face, I crawled out of bed and looked in the mirror. Mitt was now on my nostril. Squeeze, scrape, wrangle, smoosh, bitchslap. Mitt took a beating.

Slow forward a couple days to today. Mitt seems to be defeated. My nostril seems better. Mitt has gone down to a small annoyance. I grab my coffee and head downstairs. Waking up I start stretching, scratching, yawning. After the bones stop the snap crackle pop, I reach to scratch an itch on my head.

Motherfucker Mitt is on my head...in my hair. I give up.

Today:
1.) Wake up
2.) Use restroom
3.) Stumble into kitchen
4.) Rinse out coffee pot
5.) Clean out coffee filter
6.) Fill coffee pot water thing
7.) Place coffee pot water thing in coffee maker
8.) Place coffee filter back in coffee maker
9.) Remove coffee filter and fill with coffee
10.) Put coffee filter back in coffee maker
11.) Turn on coffee pot
12.) Go to basement and wait
13.) Hear Mitzi wake up
14.) Hear Mitzi say, "Uh oh!"
15.) Stumble upstairs
16.) Grab some towels and the mop to clean up coffee all over the floor
17.) Hear Mitzi say, "The coffee pot was sitting in the sink"

I shouldn't make coffee without having had a cup of coffee. What a conundrum. Tonight I get to move the fridge to clean up the puddle of coffee that is underneath it.

My computer tried to kill me

Up until earlier today I had a set of harddrives in my computer. A 64gb SSD for OS, a 1TB for MP3/Movie storage, 500g for backup, 500g for random stuff, 500G for Steam.

I recently acquired a couple of 2TB drives and finally decided to install them.

Deconstruction was relatively simple. Removed screws, removed case parts, removed cables, removed more screws, removed harddrives.

I think I may have shortened my lifespan by a few years with the canned air and dust that was inhaled during the cleansing of the computer.

Now, many would think, "Upgrading a computer is very simple and could not cause an injury to anyone."

They are wrong.

Once the bits and pieces of stuff was safely tucked away, cables nicely stored in their respective cubby holes, screws tightly screwed into their receptacles, I was tasked with putting the case parts back onto the body.

As I was attempting to slide the side of the case into the slots, I found out that you can actually rip flesh from your body and leave a glorious blood blister on your arm by simply not removing your fleshy parts from the gap between the sliding door and the case.

Lesson learned. Computer upgrades are dangerous.