Spam Poem
From a spam I just got (This is almost… something): Their expensive round boots is thinking. Her white shining glasses adheres. The white spoon calms-down. His brothers slopy t-shirt stands-still.
Category: electronic life
am I real yet?
I guess I am. Comment spammers found me at my new typepad address, so I guess I’m real. Many definitions of reality wandering around out there… Mine, for the moment, gets to be: If the idiots can find you, you’re there.
just anyone
Just thinking about the qotd right below this. I’m sure Adm. Hopper had to deal with way more than her fair share of idiots (and it’s the well-educated idiots that can be most annoying), but this sentence is still quite revealing of how people still think. Most especially, of course, with computers – so I … Continue reading just anyone
virus writers
You, being sane (I assume), have to wonder along with me how the minds of the virus writers get to be that messed up in the first place. Furthermore, we now have to imagine as well these blatant losers using the world’s email systems to carry on a private conversation. We have to imagine it … Continue reading virus writers
white pebble 