Fuddland

Phew. All spam essays marked. Will to live intact, but just barely. The bad grammar, bizarre, sweeping statements and terrible descriptions of Monty Python sketches stopped being amusing fairly rapidly and just became irritating and tiresome. Much like spam itself, actually: I was faintly titillated by spam and its strange offerings when it first started cropping up a few years ago, but these days I’d much rather not have to deal with it at all.

Sadly some of us haven’t gotten over this initial amusement, as in the case of an officemate who enjoys nothing more than reading, and reading aloud, the spam messages he’s received overnight — obviously opening them in the security-sieve that is Outlook is his first mistake, merrily informing the spammers that his email address is indeed active and they should send him a whole lot more; not setting up the University’s SpamAssassin score-based filter is another mistake but would naturally rob him of his morning fun and games so maybe that’s intentional; but informing the room that he “doesn’t want a large penis” was just plain foolish.

#1

Lyle | 2004 / 05 / 25 – 16:28

I must admit, I find most people who can quote Python verbatim (or at least think they can) are actually incredibly tedious, and rather than finding something funny for themselves, seem happy to quote other “funny things” instead.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

#2

David | 2004 / 05 / 25 – 19:57

Re #1: If he weren’t nailed to the perch he’d be pushing up the daisies! Ni! It’s only a flesh wound. It’s not a question of where he grips it! It’s a simple question of weight ratios! It’s Bicycle Repairman!

And now for something completely different.

;)

#3

imogen | 2004 / 05 / 26 – 19:19

‘ello Sue.
I’ve got legs.

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