Spamzilla is a spam filter project for Mozilla Mail. The aim of the project is to provide an easy-to-use and effective spam filter employing advanced filtering techniques.

Spamzilla is designed using Bayesian probabilistic reasoning,an artificial intelligence technique, learning from your behavior what to throw away and what not to.

	Spamzilla dies a horrible death.
	2003-02-03-Haven't updated for a while. Why? Because Mozilla no longer needs spamzilla, it's got. *cough* *cough* Falls over dead.

	Spamzilla.mozdev.org goes live
	2002-11-11-Things have been moving forward with Spamzilla! The Spamzilla engine is nearing a usable alpha soon, with a Mozilla Messenger front end. We've also set up which will be our 'user-oriented' side of things. We now have a mailing list, download section(with nothing in it), and a CVS(nada yet) set up there. Development is progressing fine, with java/javascript integration working fine (why didn't anyone tell me javascript supports java?! :) and a working UI right around the corner. Stay Tuned!

	Spamzilla.org goes live!!
	2002-10-19-Welcome to Spamzilla.org! Spamzilla.org is the future home of the Spamzilla spam filter project. The main goals of Spamzilla.org are: To create a spam filter for Mozilla that is easy to use for the end client. To use 'Bayesian Networks' to filter spam, resulting in a versatile and intelligent filtering technique. To document the techniques involved so that others may benefit from what we have learned. There have been a number of filters based on Paul Graham's fantastic A Plan For Spam article. But these filters have been usually for techies who know what they're doing with a mail server and do not use 'true' Bayesian techniques. Spamzilla sets out to use real Bayesian networks to filter spam. We are also using the Mozilla development framework to make a product that 'normal' people can install onto their computers and use invisibly. Because we're using Mozilla and Java, Spamzilla will be compatible with Windows, Mac, Linux and Unix operating systems. Spamzilla is intended for a non-techie audience, but is also of technical interest to developers. Because of the dual nature the technical information will mostly be kept in the Techzone Area so we don't confuse non-techies with techno-babble. If you'd like more information on the techniques and AI involved please, check it out. Spamzilla is an open source project, but also be sold commercially. A license has not been decided on. Spamzilla will be available to developers through CVS. One of our main goals is to thoroughly document the process and designs to improve not just our filter but for everyone to learn and interact with.

My eyes had adjusted to the near dark room and just as I was ready to put dads shaft in my mouth I realized how exposed his ass was in this position. I lifted his wet balls and started to tongue his asshole. I had done this only once to a man (but quite a few times to other women) and my father seemed to be enjoying it. After I wet his hole enough I pressed a finger against his tight ring. I couldn't slide it in just yet. I decided I needed to taste the rest of his cock now.

I held him by the base and the head was so smooth and big, almost the size of a plum and for a minute I wondered if I could get my mouth around it. I was able to but it really stretched my jaw, I smiled thinking to myself that dad a real "jaw breaker" between his legs. The more I sucked his cock the less I looked up at him to see if he was still asleep. Then I felt dad's hands on my head and he was whispering "Louise, that feels so good baby. Your mouth feels so good" and he kept whispering things, talking to my mom and I was doing my best to give him the best head of his life.

I'd heard that the amount of cum a guy shoots is proportionate to the size of his balls, in Daddy's case this was true. I nearly choked as I tried to swallow what seemed like a gallon of his liquid until finally he stopped shooting. I stood up and covered him with the blanket and watched him sleep for a moment before I went up to my room to masturbate. It happened just that one time and nothing was ever mentioned about it. I knew by the way dad hadn't changed that to him it was just a delightful, wet dream but he seemed happier that next day and the days that followed. I knew what I had given him was special.

My story involves my dad. He's 50 and a successful lawyer in the big city. He's a workaholic and he's been even worse since mom died 5 years ago. I know of no dates that he's been on despite his handsome, distinguished looks and despite me telling him that mom wouldn't want him to be alone forever. He always just shrugged me off and told me not to worry because he was fine. So I kept quiet. Living at home was no problem, I came and went as I pleased and dad was working most of the time anyway.

Then I made plans to spend the night at a friends. I was trying to convince her of the pleasures of lesbian love and that was my plan, to seduce her. I dressed sexily and paid special attention to my hair and make-up and I think I looked pretty good. "Hot date tonight?" my dad asked, I told him I hoped so and kissed his cheek and told him I'd be home in the morning. He smiled and I left.

My night was a disaster! Not only did I fail at seducing my friend but she was very angry at me for trying and I found out very stupid for calling me a "fucking dyke bitch" and I walked home (two miles) in my high heels. I was so mad but also so horny because I had pictured me and her doing all sorts of nasty things together. I knew I would be getting use of several of my vibrators when I got home.

I opened the door and saw the light on in the den. I guessed daddy was still awake and watching television. I walked towards the den and I heard what sounded like sexual moaning coming from the television. I slowed down because I didn't want to barge in on him. I peeked in and almost died.

Dad was sitting back, sleeping on his leather recliner. There was an empty bottle of vodka next to dad and he had the remote control in his hand. But all that wasn't what was weird, it was the fact that dad was sitting there naked in all his glory, the remote was in one hand and his other hand was covering his crotch. It was my dad, but I looked on more out of curiosity then lust. His broad chest had a smattering of grayish black hair on it and his legs were rather hairy, but he was by no means one of those hairy old men. His stomach was in good shape, not paunchie...dad was a very good looking man. But right now he was passed out drunk, watching a porn video.

I took off my heels and went into the room quietly. On screen was a close-up of a rather thick dick sliding in and out of a rather hairy vagina doggie style. It looked to me that the camera was being held by the guy, pointing down at their joining sexes. I guessed it was some kind of amateur video, or home made video. Whatever it was it was making me tingle between my legs as I watched.