sorry that should be:

function sha512func(valueToBeHashed) {
try {
hashObj = new jsSHA(valueToBeHashed, "HEX");
return hashObj.getHash("SHA-512", "HEX");
} catch(e) {
}
}

and you'll need to import <script type="text/javascript" src="sha.js"></script> from http://jssha.sourceforge.net/

hashObj = new jsSHA(valueToBeHashed, "ASCII");

You got it!

I don't know what he looks like, so I made it up. Does anybody know?

Thanks!

I thought "Shit!" Luckily a small amount, but I appreciate the refund very much.

That's probably a good edge case to think about; it's easy to accidentally resend.

Fucking scammers.
Reggie's mouse pointer moved directly to the delete button in a well-practiced motion, then paused.  Being a moderator was heavy with the weight of not crucifying users just because you'd sold all your bitcoins 1/6th of the way up its recent meteoric rise.

He rescanned the lengthy and inscrutable post--there was no overt scam here.  So what was it?  Something about the pacing didn't sit right with him.  Instinctively, he began checking the first letters of each sentence, then the last ones.  He dumped the text into a custom program sitting open on his desktop and flipped through every letter interval from 3 to 30.  Nothing!  But the frequency counts showed he was on to something.
Nobody uses that many w's.

He switched to a terminal and his fingers began spewing Python like molten lava.  For 20 minutes he coded feverishly, dead to the world.  Then suddenly--that was it.  He stared purposefully at the vestal missive laid bare on his monitor, the words sinking slowly into his pulsing cerebellum.  He didn't think he'd be going into work tomorrow.

I have a suzuki gsxr1000 k6. It's after an accident and would need to be repaired before you can ride it. It's been gathering dust for a couple of years now - I don't have the time to fix or ride it. It had ~8500miles on the clock.

This is what it looked like:

I leaned back in my seat, pleased with the outcome. I had written a piece and been accepted by a user known only as "Bit_Happy" to come with him on an Epic Adventure sure to be filled with great peril and toil, but in which I would receive a reward greater than that which I could imagine.

I suddenly got an acute feeling of nervousness. What had I gotten myself into? A scam? Some nutter's pipe dream? I was determined to find out, and had to stick with it, no matter what got in my way. I had to be The Writer.