I occasionally get shameless emails saying something like, “you have a dead link on your website, why not link it to [generic article on spammy content farm] instead?”

Those are no use to anyone, so I just ignore them.

But today, I received an email that was worse and more disappointing:

I moved the location of [useful website] and have redirected it to [bitcoin website]/useful-information.

You are linking to [useful website] on your page at [some article]

Would you mind switching to the new URL to avoid a redirect?

I would greatly appreciate this because it would really help my website.

Would I mind? Would I?

I fixed it all right. I removed the link entirely, and told them so:

Thanks for the heads up.

I’ve removed the link. I wouldn’t want to accidentally promote anything as socially and environmentally deleterious as bitcoin.

There may yet be greater fools out there, but I won’t help you find them.


  • Week 47: Crìochnaichte (a-rithist)

    Or, in English, Finished (again)

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  • Week 46: Nothing happens

    It’s been a week in which nothing much happened, and that’s probably a good thing.

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  • Week 45: Going out and staying in

    The electronic radiator valves I ordered arrived and I fitted and programmed them. Although all our radiators were fitted with thermostatic valves, they were the kind that give you just an arbitrary number from 0 to 5. I wanted a little more control so that we could avoid heating the bedroom in the daytime, and, conversely, so that I could keep the office warm, and so that I could use actual temperatures instead of indeterminate units.

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  • Week 44: A random walk from A to D

    I finally borrowed a stepladder and replaced the dead garden floodlight (which wouldn’t have been particularly useful even if it had worked) with an LED light with a motion sensor. This came in handy the very next day when I arrived home after dark and had to lock up my bike. It’s a lot easier when you can see what you’re doing, and now that the sun sets before half past four, there’s a lot of darkness to arrive home in.

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