Spam As Folk Art for 2004 November

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Monday the First of November
() From Name Follies: I got spam from "Detective J. Williams" but it wasn't a randomly generated name; it was allegedly from a detective named J. Williams.

I've been getting cheap-software spam where the email address is random, but the name is always "Alice A. Walker". Either the spam software isn't working and is always taking the first fake name out of the alphabetical list, or the author of The Color Purple is also a spammer.

Mongol I. Desktops also tried to sell me software, no doubt freshly pillaged from the GUI steppes of central Asia.

And now, our feature presentation.

Wednesday the Third of November
() Post-Election Spam: Are you desperate from your country? Come live in the USA!
Thursday the Fourth of November
() Post-Election Cheer-U-Up Spam:
Ffjcpdq the occasional depression is not that terrible. relax now
Tomorrow will be brighter.
She will smile tonight.
Monday the Eighth of November
() Terror Of Improper Dosage: Seems like spam is getting more boring. Maybe it's just me.
Tuesday the Ninth of November
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Thursday the Eleventh of November
() We the Spammers: A spam I just received included the line "No whaler had ever been better armed," which will appeal to Leonard in a nautical way and repulse him in a the-poor-whales way. It also quoted a text that, now that I think about it, probably appears in more spammer-accessible places on the Internet than do obscure British government reports or the complete works of L. Frank Baum:

The President shall, at stated times, receive for his services, a compensation, which shall neither be increased nor diminished during the period for which he shall have been elected, and he shall not receive within that period any other emolument from the United States, or any of them.
Yes, the Constitution. As Alberto "the Geneva Convention is quaint" Gonzales continues his steady route to the Attorney General's office, perhaps spam will serve as the last reminder of Constitutionally guaranteed civil liberties.
Friday the Twelfth of November
() Nietzschean Thesaurus Spam:
Tuesday the Sixteenth of November
() Spam Microfiction: I call this one "Restaurant of the Soul".
When around girl meditates, paycheck for customer feels nagging remorse. necromancer about, piroshki around, and prime minister over are what fade America great! snow pee on beyond cab driver. Unlike so many boys who have made their halfhearted sandwich to us. He called her Rosie (or was it Rosie?). malefactor cabbage opportune tablecloth
Tuesday the Twenty-third of November
() Spammers Hand Over The Keys:
Wednesday the Twenty-fourth of November
() Footage Madness: Don't Let This Happen to You:
Tuesday the Thirtieth of November
() There's More of Gravy Than of Spam About You: As you read this, I don't want you to feel sorry for me, because, I believe everyone will die someday.

The most passive-aggressive spam opener in history. It calls to mind Yudhisthira's line in the Mahabharata, or the stereotypical mother saying "Don't mind me, I'll sit in the dark."

I have been diagnosed with prostate and esophageal Cancer that was discovered very late due to my laxity in caring for my health. It has defiled all form of medicine and right now, I have only about a few months to live according to medical experts.

I don't know why you're listening to these defiled experts! Get them to ritually purify themselves, then we'll talk.

I have not particularly lived my life so well, as I never really cared for anyone not even myself but my business. Though I am very rich, I was never generous, I was always hostile to people and only focus on my business as that was the only thing I cared for.

But now I regret all this as I now know that there is more to life than just wanting to have or make all the money in the world. I believe when God gives me a second chance to come to this world I would live my life a different way from how I have lived it.

Not only does Ebenezer Scrooge live in Dubai -- he'll be the first human since Jesus of Nazareth to come back from the dead.

Spam As Folk Art for 2004 November

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