Asymptomatic

There must be intelligent life down here

Bank on us
March 25, 2005

Happy Easter!

Spam - what a pain, I dealt with mine this morning, I must have had 10 emails over two email accounts telling me that my Bank account details were incorrect for banks I don’t have accounts with. At least if they’re going to try and con me out of my savings, they could try a little harder, and get the right bank for a start. What sort of person falls for that kind of scam anyway? I’m glad I’ve got SpamAssasin installed! What’s the fun in sending out emails telling people that they can get their Xanax cheap, what is Xanax anyway? No, I don’t think I want to know. Don’t let me get started on comment Spam- online casino this, online casino that. Do I care?

happy ffaf!
March 25, 2005

Just thought I would swing by here and wirte a post in your journal for FFAF! Easter is this weekend.. any plans? Are you hunting easter eggs? LOL

Nice site by the way!

I knew [spam], Horatio.
March 25, 2005

Heh, spam. Everyone has a story about it, whether it be about the ham/whatever (as I like to say, “hamever”) or the crap that floods your inbox.

My best piece of spam was when I was sent an email by some woman named Laura who had an “Exciting Opportunity” for me. I didn’t bite, it was classic spam material. Three weeks later, the same woman emailed me. Apparently, it hadn’t been spam at all, but someone seriously interested in giving me an “Exciting Opportunity”. Oh dear. Sometimes I even feel guilty about that, until I remember that spam or no, someone ought to feel guilty about exciting opportunities. What if they’re not exciting? Who do you complain to about them, then?
-Katie

raining free-for-all...
March 25, 2005

ah Spam, gotta love it, here’s my tail of Spam woe…
one day at age 6, i was wandering the supermarket with my mother looking for some cambells and while i was glancing at the beans and deciding which would give me a better case of gas in order to entertain my friends and disgust my little sister another shopper lost control of their cart. they were running down the aisle to escape their children who were constantly nagging about various overly sugary cereal.
“frosted flakes!”
“fruit loops!”
“Aaaaah!” And bam! the cart slammed into the shelf above me and knocked the newly organized and precariously balanced display of that strange spiced ham treat. the last thing i remember was the rain of spam coming to bury me and then a crowd of bag boys and managers. that day i swore i would never go near spam again. now i awake with nightmares of spam raining down on me at the supermarket as…

…oh wait you meant email spam didn’t you, dang… well uh “I get lots of spam. It stinks!"