The joy of spam

[bunn]

My spam volume has dropped off a little lately, so I am better able to enjoy it.

Today, for example, I have received an invitation to upsize my babymaker (what a delightful, if somewhat single-perspective term). Another euphemism I particularly like is 'rooster-challenged'. I also got an offer of 'Strength, smoothness and shine'. SHINE? Really? (and, no, it wasn't a shampoo ad.)

I have also been told that a tiny dimension is my hidden shame, which suggests that I must have been inadvertently doing something terrible in a pocket universe.

On Friday I had to phone a client to advise him not to refer to rabbits in his Easter newsletter headline. He uses a spam filter, and I was pretty sure that if I emailled him to explain why rabbit-related subject lines tend to get lost in filters, then my own warning email would never reach him.

Comments

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

One of the producers of Stargate Atlantis creates pretend identities (e.g. Baron Destructo of the League of Aliens and Mutants, or the Cookie Monster) specifically to reply to spam. He's had some rather hilarious correspondences going. He's recently put them all on a blog here (http://spambait.wordpress.com/).