Spammers are morons
Wednesday, August 30th, 2006I get a lot of spam, I’m sure I’m not alone. People how are sending this spam are getting dumber by the minute. The idea is to make people OPEN their mail, right? Let me discuss for the moment, my inbox right now.
From: “fleishj”
Subject: “Re: My darling …..”
I don’t even need to OPEN that to determine it’s spam, it just gets chucked straight away. I give that a D.
From: “Upgrades”
Subject: “products Ours best”
Again, wtf? English? That’s a C at best.
And these are the examples that AREN’T picked up by Gmail’s SPAM filter. How nutsy is that? And at Price Point, we get “Re: xusdhjghf” (or any other random combination of letters) as the subject line in spam all the time. They also get a D.
I grudgingly give a B- rating to the:
BEST JOB OFFER - PLEASE REPLY ASAP email, from the good folk at Global Austrian Syndicate, may they rot in hell. This is the only spam that someone not a moron could POSSIBLY open, thinking it was actually for them.
I thought I knew where the term “spam” came from, and decided to check it out on wikipedia. Turns out, I was wrong:
There are three popular fake etymologies of the word “spam”. The first, promulgated by Canter & Siegel themselves, is that “spamming” is what happens when one dumps a can of SPAM luncheon meat into a fan blade. The second is the backronym “shit posing as mail.” The third is similar, using “stupid pointless annoying messages.”
Turns out the correct etymology is:
The term spam is derived from the Monty Python SPAM sketch, set in a cafe where nearly every item on the menu includes SPAM luncheon meat. As the server recites the SPAM-filled menu, a chorus of Viking patrons drowns out all conversations with a song repeating “SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM… lovely SPAM, wonderful SPAM,” hence “SPAMming” the dialogue.
So, that’s all for that micro rant. It was Danielle’s birthday yesterday, and I was too sick and too busy to get the 30 seconds it would’ve taken to phone her. Yup, I’m just that bad of a friend. I’ve got Blue Care coming today to change my dressing on my vacuum pump, and possibly lunch with John Laird. Oh, and my latest tablets that I’m on turn tears and urine orange. I think that’s everything. Ciao!
