I love spam

Posted in Spam, wonderful spam on February 7th, 2006 by bill
OK, not really. I hate it just like you do. But every once in a while something interesting is spit up by the random word generators that they use to evade your spam filter. For instance, one diabolical software peddler has sent me emails with the following names in the sender field: Mailboxes B. Sideswiped Emptiness P. Assessments Occupying F. Negroid Paradoxes B. Lambasts Neapolitan M. Ungrateful Shoddiness Q. Outmaneuvers Mercurial P. Medicate Debtor H. Gibberish Marseillaise S. Recessio Correlations V. Afield Typist C. Detestation Anger H. Ruby Idolatrous B. Plot and the winner, the one that I may legally change my name to: Multiplex H. Misfire If I didn't know better, I'd think that these names were the product of a higher order of intelligence. It's the middle initials that really make them work. Some bootleg watch peddler keeps sending me emails with long, strange subject lines like the following: Her initial defensiveness had been replaced by indignation. It's funny in 1882. And the joke is, it would be a novel, he almost said to Charlie Merrill. Dimly, from the afterdeck, Geoffrey could hear a gang of men singing a shanty in bellowing, off-key voices. It was a gesture of affection, he said. I still care about the book. When they put me up on the stand in Denver. He spoke rapidly, urgently, eyes flashing, riveted on her face — ;he was positive in that moment that his life might depend on what he was able to say in the next twenty seconds. Yes, Paul could suddenly see it — and in an instinctive way he understood exactly how such a scene, absurdly melodramatic as it might be, could be milked for suspense. And a stock solicitation that I just received concluded with this excellent bit of accidental poetry: Of talk swim And spend talk lie sing change wrong know fill them see cough those swim start on tell swim Which travel ask An borrow close A spell work super go make Super go make, indeed.