Authenticate eJabberd against MySQL with Perl
I have modified Alejandro Grijalba perl script check_mysql.pl so i does not spawn other program when it needs to communicate with mysql, now i use DBI::MySQL instedd.
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I have modified Alejandro Grijalba perl script check_mysql.pl so i does not spawn other program when it needs to communicate with mysql, now i use DBI::MySQL instedd.
Read more…
Dear Tide,
I am writing to say what wonderful product you have! I’ve used it all my married life, as my Mom always told me it was the best.
Now that I am in my fifties I find it even better!
In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to belittle me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck.
One thing led to another and, somehow, I ended up with his blood on my new white blouse! I grabbed my bottle of Tide with bleach alternative and, to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out!
In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse were negative and then my lawyer called and said that I was no longer considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband.
What a relief! Going through menopause is bad enough without being a murder suspect! I thank you, once again, for having a great product.
Well, gotta go, have to write to the Hefty bag people.
A cannibal father and son went hunting. Deep in the jungle, they hid beside a trail. Soon, a little old man walked by. The son whispered, “Dad! There’s one. Let’s get him!”
“No,” said his father. “Not enough meat. We wait.”
Later, a fat man came along. “Dad! He’s huge. Let’s get him!”
“No,” his father said. “We’d all have heart attacks from all the fat in him. We wait.”
Hour later, an absolutely gorgeous woman approached.
“Dad! There’s nothing wrong with that one. Let’s eat her.”
“No,” said his father. “We’ll not eat her either.”
“Why not?”
“We’ll take her home alive and eat your mother!”
My husband, being unhappy with my mood swings, bought me a mood ring the other day so he would be able to monitor my moods.
We discovered that, when I’m in a good mood, it turns green.
And when I’m in a bad mood, it leaves a big red mark on his forehead.
Maybe next time the putz will by me a diamond.