Hog on the Run

Saturday, April 30, 2005

The Joy of Spam

I've got a fancy email spam detector program at work, which is pretty good: try it here. The trouble is that I have to check it once in a while to make sure no vital missives from NASA are stuck in there and can't get to me ( they will call, one day, and then yea verily, I shall save the Earth). The layout in this program shows you the subject line thusly:

Subject: cockroach dossier boris

Well, as far as spam goes, the subject line caught my eye. That is one magical title, the imagery, the mystery, the poetry of it, magnificent.

Turned out to be the usual offer for WALLIUM C1ALlS VlAGRRA of course, but frankly, as far as drugs go I prefer nicotine, caffeine and cocaine cut with baby powder and meringue dust.*

What a disappointment.
And who the hell is Silas Huntley? Or Gilah Holt? Apparently someone thinks they work with me, 'cos the email was addressed to them. These spam generators are getting artsy perhaps? Spam as literary art? Laudable.

*just kidding about the baby powder

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